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Lineage and Legacy
As I look at the date on the calendar, I feel a squeezing in my heart. My oldest graduates from high school this weekend. The emotion isn’t so much pain...
Remaining in God's Light
I am a rule follower by nature. It seems to be woven into my DNA. For a very brief time period in my late teens, I tried to be rebellious....
Real Rest, Planned Rest
Around here Sundays are for a lot of things—celebration of the Mass, household chores, meeting with friends at the park for a little soccer, or, in my case, frequently catching...
Pushing Back on My Pride
“Mom, are we going to pray?” “Oh oops, let’s do that now,” I reply hastily as I take a deep breath and let their words center me, humble me, and...
Living in Endurance
Baking and praying. This is how I cope. I realize this as I sift and mix, wiping flour from my fingertips. Recently bad news seems to accompany every phone call...
Release It in Prayer
I first began attending Mass when I was in my late teens. I was smitten with a handsome Catholic guy who was serious enough about his faith that he attended...
We Try Again Each Day
Crawling into my lap with downcast eyes, she apologized in her sweet little voice for her struggles the previous night. Nighttime routines are a good thing, but they don’t always...
Big Requests and Little Ones
I was seated at a round table in the fellowship hall of a local church, my hands wrapped around the warm paper cup and my elbows perched amidst the crumbs...
Staying Close to God
Lately, I feel myself drifting, like a kite, being battered gently by the demands of life. Sometimes the skies are blue, and the breeze is warm and gentle. Other times...
Get a Fistful of Dirt
I am a subpar gardener. One thing I thoroughly enjoy, however, is ripping out the dead plants which have failed to produce in order to make space for the healthy...
Faith in the Choppy Waters
Each summer of my childhood, my family and I would spend a week in July boat camping at Lake Powell. We would pack the small little fishing boat with our...
Just What Do You Really Want?
My eight-year-old wants to fly. I don’t mean fly airplanes, I mean physically fly. Like a bird. For months she would pray at night for God to give her the...
