Happy St. Patrick’s Day!
I intended to post about Guinness stew and Bailey’s cupcakes but guess what, we’re having tacos tonight and there’s no dessert to be found. Next year. I hope.
Every time I think of St. Patrick I don’t think about snakes or beer or Ireland so much as I think about his breast plate or the Lorica that is attributed to him.
I just love this hymn. We used to sing it so often at church that I think that I have it memorized — and I hope that it has burned its own groove in my brain. I love it that much.