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Leave It, Leave It All Behind
I bopped the door shut with my hip, balancing a small tower of casserole, pie, berries, and a card as I looked up at the large, stylish home in front...
The Way of Perfect Surrender
I was recently impressed by the serene and confident gaze of an image of Our Lady. How consoling it is to think about this heroic and all-loving, ever-faithful mother. She...
Praise Him Until the End of Our Days
Eighty years ago today, a selfless, faithful, and courageous man died a martyr inside of Auschwitz, also known as “Death Camp.” Saint Maximillian Kolbe was a Polish Priest who had...
Endless Mercy, Spinach Pizza, and Horses
"His mercy endures forever" (Psalm 136:1). I steadied my fingertips on the table. I counted to three, well maybe two. I turned to my sister. Our built-in booth in the...
Reconciliation Can Be Found
I was shaking with self-righteous furry as I looked at the text thread. Did he really just say that? How could a grown man put those words together in a...
Forgive and Be Free!
Wrecked is how I felt at the time. We’d been friends for the better part of our lives, but suddenly it felt as if finding forgiveness and reconciliation in the...
A Cheerful Giver . . . Always?
I pulled up the calendar to check the kids’ after-school schedule, subconsciously praying, “Please, Jesus, no hockey today . . . or at least let it be at the close...
The Story Only I Can Tell
It's funny how dates stick in our heads, isn't it? August 9th, 1999. It was the summer before my senior year of high school, and on that very day I...
Strengthened by That Food
My brother, a priest, was first appointed to a parish with a huge elementary school. One of his favorite duties there was teaching the children about the Eucharist and in...
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...
Why Did Jesus Choose Her?
Three years ago today, I attended Mass with the Sisters of Life, and a dear friend of mine joyfully professed her perpetual vows as a religious sister. The Sisters of...
Hidden Hurts and Hidden Places Healed
My little hands trembled as I watched the slender lamp swivel and then crash to the floor, glass exploding into the air like confetti, and the burst of the light...
