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What Have You to Do with Us?
My head was bent in shame as I named my sin aloud to the priest, tears streaming down my cheeks. I was on a retreat in my Senior year of...
Delivered from the Slavery of Sin
The sign at the trailhead read: “Warning: Strenuous.” “Do you think the kids can do it?” I asked my husband. We looked down the the wooded, rocky trail which twisted...
Mixing in the Yeast
“Thomas!” I call to my five-year-old son, “I am mixing yeast into flour and water!” He charges into the kitchen, a knowledgeable look in his eyes. “I did that at...
You Knit Me in My Mother's Womb
The summer sun was already hot in the sky as my mom and I walked up the block to the seven o’clock morning Mass. My heart swelled with happiness: it...
The Lord's Pruning Hands
Snip! I held the garden clippers in my hand and watched the branch drop to the ground amongst the fallen autumn leaves. I continued to scrutinize the crabapple tree for...
A Fisher of Men
I held back tears behind my closed door. I had been home less than a day and had lost it already with my kids. After spending the weekend on retreat...
Holding Fast to Hope
“Place your husband in Abraham’s place and yourself in Sarah’s, especially in the book of Hebrews where it talks about their great faith.” I looked at my spiritual director, a...
What's Your Purpose?
The third alarm sounds from across the room, the one set to get us out of bed. My husband gets up, turns on the light, and goes off to shave....
He Comes with Joy
The snow was finally melting away as I took my daily walk outside, quarantined to my yard and driveway. Warmth sent hints of spring through the long end of the...
He is Coming Soon
The waves lapped on the rocky beach as my children waded into the clear mountain lake. As I sat reading a novel next to my husband in the shade of...
Clinging to His Cross
Pain radiated through my legs as our parish priest anointed my Lyme disease-ridden body on my eyelids, ears, nostrils, lips, hands, and feet, following the rubrics of the Extraordinary Form...
The Measure with Which We Measure
I walked into the cafeteria, trying to hold myself together. Several of my classmates ran up to me, “What did she say to you?” The dam broke and tears poured...
