Ready, aye, ready?: Big I. has a fever of 103...

....and I can't get this song out of my head.

Poor little man.

Prayer of Saint Gianna

Jesus, I promise You to submit myself to all that You permit to befall me; make me only know Your will. My most sweet Jesus, infinitely merciful God, most tender Father of souls, and in a particular way of the most weak, most miserable, most infirm which You carry with special tenderness between Your divine arms, I come to You to ask You, through the love and merits of Your Sacred Heart, the grace to comprehend and to do always Your holy will, the grace to confide in You, the grace to rest securely through time and eternity in Your loving divine arms. Amen.

Ready, aye, ready?

Monday, August 18, 2008

Big I. has a fever of 103...

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