Waiting is hard. Waiting for pain that you know is coming is the sweat of the Agony of the Garden. Waiting for a joy that you hope for is the extended, held breath of Holy Saturday. Right now, I’m waiting... Continue Reading →
As I watch my children grow, I have realized that God frequently gives us more than one Mount Tabor moment in our lives. There are “mini-Tabors” just as there are “mini-Calvaries.”
Last year when my son received the sacrament of confession for the first time, my husband and I heard other parents talking about their plans to “make it special” with a dinner out, dessert or a gift. My first thought... Continue Reading →
Breeding Lilacs 