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Following Him for the Long Haul and Today
My preschooler asks how many minutes remain in his quiet time for the fifth time today, and the baby woke up early from her nap. It’s almost four o’clock and...
Community, Trust, and Healing
Community matters. Community is often a word or idea that so easily gets brushed aside. It's easy to go about our day, seeking Him and doing good, but doing so...
Lord, Heal Me of My Fear
The leper in today’s Gospel (Mark 1:40-45) asks to be made clean, healed of his disease. It’s a request I know well. I pray it every time I am sick...
Good . . . er . . . Busy
“Good . . . good . . . busy . . . really busy . . . but good.” Those are my standard responses when people ask me how I...
Hold Nothing Back in Prayer
I sat on the hard, dark-stained pew and lowered the kneeler until it softly thudded on the carpeted floor. A soft spotlight shone on the Tabernacle, and sunlight brightened stained...
Long Line of Yellers
I come from a long line of yellers. I remember my mother saying to my father, “You don’t have to yell at them” and hearing the response, “They don’t listen...
Can You Hear Me?
I took a pregnancy test last week. It was negative. It was negative like all of the other negative tests I’ve taken. And all of those tests over all of...
Sometimes Healing Looks Different
A few years ago my beloved aunt was diagnosed with ovarian cancer. While our family earnestly hoped and prayed for a miracle, my aunt came to peacefully accept whatever God's will would be for her. This past summer, we said our goodbyes as we watched her leave this life to go on to the next. In the end, healing looked different than what my family imagined or wanted.
Every Drop of Energy
Christ used a parish priest from Uganda to show me what it looks like to love my brothers and sisters. I met Father B. shortly after I experienced a deeper conversion in my faith. During that beautiful process, the verse in today’s reading became far more evident in my life.
Perfect Love Drives Out Fear
As someone who is engaged in a likely lifelong battle with perfectionism, 1 John 4:18 tends to shake me up a bit. “Perfect love drives out fear.†Seems simple enough. If I want to live fearlessly, I just need to love God perfectly.
Silence, Please
My turn was coming and I didn’t have an answer—at least not one that I felt comfortable sharing with the group. “What are you hoping to get from this weekend?†the sister running our women’s retreat had prompted.
His Light Arisen Upon You
On a recent retreat I led, a woman approached me at the break looking for a little support.
She slowly and sheepishly shared with me that her dreams were overrun with demons, terrible, graphic visions of malevolent spirits overtaking people and possessing them. Sometimes she knew those under attack, more often she didn’t. She would awake filled with terror and dread, completely unrested. This affliction had been with her some time.
