|Walking it by herself|
This morning as she made her Second Holy Communion, I laughed to see her face contort with distaste as she took the cup.
"It tastes bad, doesn't it?" Her brother asked.
"I never expected blood to taste good." She replied.
She is delighted to get to go to Communion with us. I am ecstatic because it means she can now receive Anointing of the Sick. My heart grieved earlier this year that the Graces of this Sacrament were denied her because she had not yet made her First Communion.
She may not need it today, but she will in the future. It's just a fact of Juvenile Arthritis; it comes back. The next time it flares up, she will have in her arsenal the Eucharist and the Sacrament of the Sick. We need all the firepower we can get, and yesterday she added some heavy artillery.
If you're like me, you're wanting to see what that headpiece looks like up close. Here it is! Isn't it grand?