Woe is us

If you're anything like me these days, a permanent case of the Mondays seems to have set in with all this financial hullaballoo. And my "Woe is my bank account" tune seems to be translating to other portions of my life too...

Woe is my feet, I can't find my autumn shoes.

Woe is my arms, I have no idea where I packed my sweaters.

Woe is my belly, I really want that Big Mac.

Woe is my nose, my allergies are ridonkulous right now.

As I was contemplating all these woes yesterday at mass, God seemed to know just how to drive the point home that everything would be ok. And that St. Anthony would help me find my shoes and sweaters. And my guardian angel would keep my hands off that Big Mac.

In case you missed it because you were spacing out about the Brewers/Packers games, here's a recap.

Brothers and sisters:

Have no anxiety at all, but in everything,

by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving,

make your requests known to God.

Then the peace of God that surpasses all understanding

will guard your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus. 

Finally, brothers and sisters,

whatever is true, whatever is honorable,

whatever is just, whatever is pure,

whatever is lovely, whatever is gracious,

if there is any excellence

and if there is anything worthy of praise,

think about these things.

Keep on doing what you have learned and received

and heard and seen in me.

Then the God of peace will be with you.

Then the God of peace will be with you... I like that...