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 →
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 →
Intro I've been reading and thinking and praying a lot, and usually that leads to me writing as a way of solidifying and recording my own thought process. So, as I try to refocus on important things in the final... Continue Reading →
When we embrace mystery and wonder at the start of our day, we realize that there is a greater reality than our dirty dishes and to do lists. Our efforts and works of the day are important, but only in so far as they serve a greater purpose.
This morning, as I dressed my Pearl, the tunic became stuck on her face for a split second before pulling gently over her sweet nose and into its proper spot on her shoulders. Her face let me know what she... Continue Reading →