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Life According to God
According to my life plan, I would be well enough to have another child right now. I would have a thriving art business with specific days and times dedicated to...
Remembering My Rock
It was November 1st, All Saints’ Day, and—true confession—I did not want to go to Mass. I was exhausted from a day’s teaching and from being a mom; attending the...
Why Are You Looking at Me, Lord?
I shook my head as I listened to one more news clip about a tragedy that happened earlier that morning. Normally, I try to keep a positive attitude, but sometimes...
Finding Lasting Joy
The twinkle lights. The tree. Shiny ornaments. Fresh cookies. Cheerful music. Happy movies. Warm get-togethers. Laughter. Love. That was my Christmas season—even my Advent season—as a young child, and I...
Unworthy But Healed
"Lord, I am not worthy . . . but only say the word and my soul shall be healed" (Matthew 8:8). At every Mass, each word of that prayer hung...
Already, But Not Yet
And so it begins. Advent. A season of waiting—of preparing our hearts for the marvelous gift of Emmanuel, our Hope. We wait, patiently, for our Light in the darkness. But...
Let My Heart Long for Heaven
As our liturgical year closes tonight, we end with a somber tone in today’s Gospel. Jesus' words feel so heavy and hard and gloomy. My melancholic heart loves it because...
Undeniable True Presence
I’m always amazed at the immense faith and trust Saints Peter and Andrew (whose Feast Day we celebrate today) show in today’s reading from the Gospel of Matthew, chapter 4,...
How to Get Invited to the Wedding
Today you may have looked at the readings and thought, “Not today. I don’t have the strength for apocalyptic Scripture right now.” I get that. There is so much going...
Yours and Mine
While I was praying one day, I had a vision. I was in a vast field. It was acres and acres of golden flowers up to my waist with no...
Narnia and Our Own End Times
The first time I read C.S. Lewis’ The Chronicles of Narnia I was an adult, pregnant with my third child. When the baby was born, we suffered a traumatic birth...
Give from My Poverty
Jesus looked up. Jesus noticed. Jesus saw the poor widow. She was alone. She used to have more. She missed her husband. She was unsure about her future. The two...
