She's been held in my Pocket Rosary for months now--the "young family friend who could use as many prayers as possible." I'm not in touch with her and have not been since I saw her last in October, so I have no reason to believe that she doesn't still need those prayers.
So as I chopped the celery and onions, rinsed the beans, browned the meat, and added the spices, I prayed for my chili buddy. I'll do so again every time I stir the chili.
May she find her way. And may God keep her safe.
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