We were blessed with our bishop coming out
for dinner last week. It never fails to amaze me that a man who is so
busy can carve out time to join us for a family meal. He delighted us
with stories of his visits with the popes and his anticipation of meeting Pope
Francis. The dinner was a bit wild, as is typically the case at our
house. Hopefully he understood!
Shannon remembers him in our daily
prayers, but I often forget what responsibilities he labors under. It must be that they are both fathers with many responsibilities that Shan feels
so strongly about praying for him, knowing just a taste of the weight Bishop
Thomas carries.
One topic of conversation was the fact that he hasn't
seen a moose since returning to Montana. Driving around the Diocese he
has seen many animals, but no moose, so he was beginning to believe they were no longer in Montana, a bit of a unicorn. Michaela had written in her
Confirmation letter that if he confirmed her, she would show him a moose.
As luck, or Providence, would have it, a few minutes after his departure
we received an excited call from him. Almost immediately after pulling
from our driveway, a moose had crossed the highway in front of him.
Thank you, Bishop Thomas, for being such a
gift to us!
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