Option two is the voice that tells me there have been many quiet saints made of mothers throughout time, most of whom we’ve never even heard of. It tells me that this calling can purify me and build me into an example of holiness for my sake and the sake of my children. It’s the option that tells me I’m not a saint yet.
During a year where there has been less ‘togetherness’ than we’re used to, it feels especially profound to draw near to those we love in prayer in this intentional way.
The other night, JP and I were doing something that required us to leave the house, and, since leaving the house is a special occasion these days, I decided to put on a bit of make-up, which hasn't happened, I don't think, since maybe Thanksgiving?
If you find yourself listening to the running commentary in your own mind, struggling with negative thoughts or worries or fears, if you are feeling like your life is somehow a mismatch for the things you feel are truly important, this might be a good resource to check out!
I understand prayer a lot differently now, I think, in part, because I understand God differently.
The first yes that Mary gave to the angel found its fulfillment in the silent and continued yes of watching her son suffer for the salvation of all.
If you're looking to add something manageable and meaningful to your own Advent season, this might just be the place to start.
I love having conversations with the kids about our Catholic faith. Their insights and questions astound me and amaze me time and time again, and it's such an honor and a privilege to engage with them. Recently, while doing a short follow-up at bedtime to our most recent faith formation lesson, in which our six-year-old … Continue reading Why Didn’t God Just Take Away the Tree?
When I think about the kinds of stories I want to write for kids, it always comes back to that underlying pulse of hope.
Her lace and ribbon white dress is hanging in the closet next to her veil. It is waiting. The Eucharist rests in the tabernacle behind the altar of our beautiful church, St. Rahael the Archangel. It is waiting. I've never been a person who does well when things don't go as planned. I've gotten better … Continue reading When Waiting Hurts