more than a Picture.

I’m not changing my Facebook, Twitter, Instagram or other social media profile pictures. There’s a thing going around in light of the Supreme Court decision last week to allow gay marriage in all states that people change their pictures to their traditional marriage. I’m not hoping on the bandwagon.

First off, what about the single folks out there who stand for traditional marriage? How are they to participate? “Vaticanize” their profile pictures? It is silly, really. If you don’t know that I am Catholic, and therefore pro-traditional marriage, then changing my picture is a sad attempt to get my beliefs out there. What I believe is more than my profile picture. The teachings of the Catholic Church and the importance – dare I say necessity – of traditional marriage must go beyond a mere picture and into our hearts, words, and actions. Continue reading

it molds Me.

Eucharist black and whiteI walked into Mass just as the priest was finishing the opening prayer. Great, I thought to myself, that priest is saying Mass. Well, at least Mass is still Mass even if the priest gets on my nerves.

Then it was time for the homily. This particular priest tends to get on my nerves as he preaches, and not in a holy-challenge-me-to-be-better kind of way, but in a way that drives me a bit batty. As I sat there, readying myself for another homily that I was sure would make me angry, I seriously considered pulling out my cell phone. I was in the back of the church – who would see me? Yes, you read that right: I literally considered pulling out my cell phone in the middle of Mass – not to read the readings or read a reflection on the readings, but just so that I could tune out of the homily. Then it hit me: I need Mass in my life. Continue reading

worth the Wait.


{Linking up with Blessed is She}

I’ll be honest: I’m not a particularly patient person by nature. I’ve seen – and am extremely grateful for – a surge in patience lately when it comes to one sweet thing: my daughter. She’s making me more patient, and for that I’m grateful.

When it comes to waiting, though, I’m not good. I’m a complainer, a whiner, and just about anything but joyful. Despite my being not-so-great at waiting, God has blessed me with some pretty incredible things – things I had to wait for. Continue reading

my Heart.

{Linking up with Blessed Is She}

reorient your heartRemember back when I said that my word for the year was authenticCan I be that, for just a blogging minute? My heart is all over the place.

My heart feels pulled in so many directions: marriage, motherhood, work, ministry, blogging, writing…it is all over the place. If I’m being really honest, I can’t remember a time in my life that I’ve felt more divided than I do now. I want it all but I’m realizing that something has to give. Continue reading

body Image.


{Linking up with Blessed Is She}

“We’ve decided that we hate you.”

“Did you come back to work just to show off how quickly you could fit back into your jeans?”

These are just a few of the things I’ve heard in recent weeks. This body image thing is a nasty phenomenon that robs women of their peace. It might seem weird for the usually tall and slender girl to sit here and write this, but God made us how He made us. No matter what we look like we are still made in His image. I’ll say that again: no matter what you look like, you are still a reflection of His boundless beauty. Continue reading

oh, Life.

“I just want to sit and write,” I said to my husband one night. I miss this writing thing. I miss it more than I thought I would.

The baby is asleep – at least for now – the laundry is done, the dishes are…around the house, but what I want most is to sit and write. I want it so much that I just turned my phone on airplane mode so that I can sit and write. I used to need silence to write. Now writing comes with the sounds of my daughter’s white noise machine playing through her monitor and my husband playing video games in the background.  Continue reading

joyous Sleep.

One of my absolute favorite things in the world lately is when my daughter falls asleep on me. In my arms, on my shoulder or even flopped across one of my arms, it doesn’t matter, I just love when she falls asleep on me. Sure, all the books and blogs and whatever else may say to let her fall asleep in her crib or on her own lest she end up needing to fall asleep on me or my husband, but these are the beautiful moments I love and I’m not trading them, period. Continue reading