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Fr. De Smet wouldn’t happen to be who the town was named after that Laura Ingalls lived in?

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Yes! I had forgotten she lived in De Smet SD. I am sure it must be named for him.

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A beautiful story, thanks for sharing. You paint with words for real.

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Thank you for sharing! I am blessed every time I read your creative writing and musings!

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Thank you Denise, you manage to put a smile on my face every morning. Fancy meeting Mike Finnegan again in such circumstances, but we know there are no coincidences! I did not know any of that about Fr Smet, and I think you encourage us to find similar parallels in our own lives. God bless!

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Wow! Denise - I thank the Lord for Claire introducing us to you and your writings. They’ve surely enriched my life and made me ponder things in a wider, different, deeper way. You were born with a writing gene and a writer who truly loves God’s creation. Love Mike and the Jesuits you mentioned. Such gifts for those meeting them.❤️🌺🌷🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

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This is so touching: "My mom didn’t see him as a crashing, messy boy but as someone to feed and love and please with the joy of little bologna triangles entrusted to him on her china plate." How amazing of God to time that reconnection when your heart was so broken by grief. What an incredible gift his tears must have been. I so love how God brings things full-circle and to think of your Mom watching on from heaven brings a smile to my face.

Thank you for the other story too. What a beautiful soul. Your sharings about him remind me of Miriam Huffman Rockness' book:

"A Passion for the Impossible: The Life of Lilias Trotter". Both for the author's noticing (like yours, when you read and share such sweet details with us) and Lilias Trotter's love for the people she lived amongst and shared about Jesus with, who also taught her so much about Jesus too.

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