I have been on a covert operation. I have been looking for a St. Joesph statue-for a long time...
Have you ever heard?
St Joesph sells houses. Well. not exactly.He is not the patron saint of real estate. He does not read the MLS looking for people to help. He doesn't stage or market your house. What he can do is LISTEN if you pray from your heart.
St. Joesph is the patron saint of home and family.. This statue shows St Joesph holding his foster son, the child Jesus. People SAY if you bury St Joesph in your yard your house will sell.It is also said that once the property is sold, the statue must be dug up and placed on the grateful sellers mantel. So that is where my mission begins. Fabie and Joe have already moved. THEN the house sold. They sent their faithful neighbor(ME- of course!) on a mission to dig. The problems were obvious. I can't read maps, I can't follow directions and I really don't even know how to dig dirt. A few holes and weeks later St Joesph has finally been recovered!
Here is what I have learned on my mission:
1. I still miss Fabie, Joe and the girls as bad as the day they left. Will it ever get better?
2. Their house is the ONLY house (there are 5 others) in our neighborhood that has sold.
3. It is not about the statue. Superstitions and gimmicks aside- it isn't about the statue. It is about prayer. The most important part of this process is to pray. Pray for St Joesph to intervene for you. A prayer from the heart is always a good place to go.
I know. As I was digging up the statue, I was praying.
Praying that Fabie, Joe and the girls find happiness in Germany
Praying that my family can find ways to make their absence hurt less.
Praying for the new owners as they embark on the new journey of home ownership AND that they don't get mad about a few little holes.
It was an honor to dig up the St Joesph statue. It was a great reminder to me and to everyone who reads this that prayer, when done from the heart is powerful.
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I have been on a covert operation. I have been looking for a St. Joesph statue-for a long time...
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Hello. My name is Bruiser. I weigh 65 pounds, which means I have past the point for which Daddy-O Kahl can say to Mommy- O Kahl that I am a medium sized dog. I like everyone, except for that woman who feeds me, walks me, buys me toys. She makes me laugh when she chases me shouting gibberish while I have a snack of shoe or kitchen towel so she IS good entertainment. I love to dig the brand new sod, the reaction I get is awesome. If I am digging really well that lady comes out shaking a chip bag at me. Weird but I do stop I love Lays plain potato chips. The problem is I usually only get 1 and I am usually eating it in jail. Jail is where I spend a lot of time. It's never long, but it is frequent. Jail time for digging. Jail time for jumping. Jail time for my shoe (especially Havianas from Brazil- YUM-O) addiction. Jail for my towel and underwear addiction. But the joke is on them because JAIL is really the mud room where I sit by the air vent dreaming of my next steal. I have to admit, I am good at finding things I shouldn't have. I have a feeling an intervention is coming. I keep hearing that someone is coming to help Mommy-O I can't wait to be perfect when they are here.
