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St. Joseph is the man

DSC05912I was going to write a blog post yesterday. March 19, Feast of St. Joseph. I had it outlined in my head, ready to roll. And then when I started my car the RPM gauge started jumping around/ the vehicle was accelerating without my assistance/ weird noises and I made the decision to leave my car be and hitch a ride with a coworker.

Fun times: my car was then towed and is in the shop, and probably this isn’t even important, but I’m trying to explain that things didn’t go as planned.

In less serious matters: I also dropped a mitten (later found it) and forgot my swim goggles for swim class (Christine let me use hers for some of the class because she’s an Olympian) and my work was kind of hectic and I had to run out to the seminary for a photograph of a PLAY, ya’ll, and something else maybe-big happened too, I’ll keep you updated, you know I will, this is a BLOG.

As I laid in bed, though, thinking about how things hadn’t gone according to plan and I didn’t publish a post and I realized: St. Joseph was kind of the Plan B master, wasn’t he?

One day his beautiful, godly fiance was pregnant. Now what?
Childbirth happening here and now with no shelter anywhere. Now what?
A dream saying: Egypt, NOW. Okaaaaaay. How?

He took them in stride.

So, that’s what I’m doing, too.

Was he naturally predisposed to being easygoing or was that a virtue he attained or what? I don’t know. But, he’s still the man.

St. Joseph, pray for us.

(There’s still a draft of my other post floating around, too. Stay posted. And now, I’m going to sew.)

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