Finding my destiny on a Tuesday morning
"You have no choice -- you HAVE to be our Princess Leia," Simeon demanded with a lightsaber in hand.
"I'd been waiting for you to ask," I replied & dashed to the attic to find purple earmuff-buns.
"We are at Jesus' disposal. If he wants you to be sick in bed, if he wants you to proclaim his work in the street, if he wants you to clean the toilets all day, that's all right, everything is all right. We must say, 'I belong to you. You can do whatever you like.' And this ... is our strength, and this is the joy of the Lord." - Mother Teresa