I love....

I love my crock pot (I use the word "love" loosely here not quite as strong as when I say, "I love coffee" and a totally different vernacular from, "I love TFOLT or my kids which is a slight variant from my love of God). But my love of the crock pot is quite different from most people. It helps me fill time. Time between Rosaries and pleading prayers of "Please God". The time that is left over after the house has been scrubbed down, the bathrooms cleaned, laundry folded and put away. The time that is leftover before we can leave for the hospital, I can scrub, peal and slice and fill its entire belly full of things that will make a wonderful filling dinner no matter what time we return home. My hands are kept busy even though my mind races.  I send up silent alms to our Lord, "Please keep my baby safe". When we return home hours later, with a groggy little girl, we are able to sit down to a meal that is complete and again, I weep with my crock pot ,but this time joyous tears although the news is not great, my baby is good. Thanks Be to God.