Today at mass, we heard the story of the birth of John the Baptist, and it’s a story we’ve heard many times before. John’s parents, Elizabeth and Zechariah, are told they will be parents in their old age, and while Elizabeth believes, Zechariah laughs. Immediately, Zechariah loses his voice, and he remains without speech for... Continue Reading →
If you live where I live, you’re seeing everything in bloom. In my tiny yard alone: forsythia, tulips, hosta, dogwood, phlox, azalea, and even dandelions. In my neighborhood, baby leaves are peeping out and growing more with each day, making a welcome canopy of sunlit apple green overhead. And everyone is smiling: all of this... Continue Reading →
I knelt down to pray before lunch, which is a relatively new thing I’m doing, and I made sure to thank God for graces given before asking Him for more stuff (this is also new), and as I prayed there on my kitchen floor, I felt a whisper in my heart. It said: Grace is... Continue Reading →
In hopeful, clear moments, I see that the Lord is actually in this place, in what can seem to me like desert. And sometimes I'm sleeping on stone.
I don’t like waiting. Waiting for something important feels, for me, like a racing heart and a pit in my stomach and like my small voice echoing in a canyon: I AM ALONE. In the season in which I waited to get pregnant with Brian, I agonized and strived and pleaded with God. Two years... Continue Reading →
In the long, snowy, record-breaking Winter that led up to our Outer Banks vacation, I would often imagine myself on the beach in April. I thought, if I can just make it through the cold and snow, I’ll be rewarded there. I imagined myself flat on my back in what I hoped would be hot... Continue Reading →