Keera's first confession

Yesterday was a big day....driving (Connor), confession....Keera is making her first holy communion this Spring, so we are enrolled in religious education and yesterday was her first confession.  There were a lot of people there and we had to wait an hour.  Even though the priest talked most of the time and the glass is supposed to be sound proof, you can still hear when you are waiting.  At a certain point, this sweet little voice came on strong, reading her act of contrition....something inside of me just melted.  So sweet and innocent....this is the beginning for her....and then my thoughts went slightly sad as I pictured all of my kids in this position and even more so, Travis for his first confession.  Little did he know he would become a voice piece for Jesus and basically sacrifice his life to that.  I allowed my thoughts to go there because grief will only come one thought at a time when it hits....been there, done that.....then I let my mind wander back to the present and my little voice in the confessional saying her prayers.  Thank God for our children!

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