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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...
God's Promise for Us
“Who’s that baby?” my eldest asked. I glanced over at my parents’ photo album. It was me, four months old, immersed in a baptismal font. The young priest smiled through...
The Faith of My Ancestors
I often imagine my great-great grandmother courageously sailing to the United States with my great-great grandfather, an eighteen-month-old daughter, and a swollen, pregnant belly. In 1907, they left their home...
Battling for Joy
The cool September air blew gently into the room as my husband opened the back door to leave for work. A lonely dread sat in my chest. I did not...
What Is Hidden
I rocked my son for hours in the dark the first autumn of his life. He spent those long nights in pain from cutting eight new teeth, and I sat...
