It's a tiny book. An old book.
It sits with two similarly-sized books in a convenient place for quick reading.
I reached for it and read the prayer for September Eleventh.
It was EXACTLY what I needed to pray in that moment.
Only later did I realize that I was reading it on the tenth.
Sometimes it happens that way.
On a lighter note
~also on the tenth~
I made a pot of creamed soup out of some leftover vegetables.
It was a soup-sort of day and it was DELICIOUS!
If you're interested, you can read more about it here.