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better than your dream House.
It is no secret that lately I’ve become a bit obsessed with making saint peg dolls for my girls. It won’t be long until the fine folks at Michael’s (because Hobby Lobby is a 35 minute drive away!) becomes like an episode of Cheers because they’ll all know my name. A kind soul in Boise last…
crying for Help.
It never ceases to amaze me how much I learn about God the Father by raising children of my own. And to think, I only have two kids, and two young kids at that – how much I still have to learn! Lately our two year old has been struggling with new tasks or trying new things.…
sleeping Jesus.
“Suddenly a violent storm came up on the sea, so that the boat was being swamped by waves; but he was asleep.” -Matthew 8:24 If you’ll recall, Jesus and His disciples had gotten out into a boat. Then, all of a sudden, there is a crazy, violent storm that erupts. The footnotes put this ‘violent…
followed Him.
“He got into a boat and his disciples followed him.” -Matthew 8:23 Plain. Simple. Straight to the point. The disciples weren’t whiny toddlers complaining about the size, color, or shape of the boat. The disciples weren’t overtired parents wishing they could get just five more minutes of sleep. When it comes to Matthew’s depiction of…
with this Ring…
…I thee wed. The ring that Anthony gave me on the day he proposed isn’t the ring that binds us, and I love that. I never had, nor did I want to have, my engagement ring and wedding band soldered together. I wanted them to be separate because, at least to me, they mean very…
not just a face in the Crowd.
There is something I often have to catch myself at as we raise two children: they are individuals, not just a group of kids. It sounds simple enough to remember, but often times I think of them as one thing, one task to manage, love, raise, and teach. Rather, they are individuals, each with their…
baseball, football, and understanding it All.
This morning during daily Mass, my family and I sat in the first pew. As the priests were processing in, I didn’t stand up. For those of you non-Catholic readers out there, that is a normal time in the so-called ‘Catholic aerobics’ to stand up. From someone’s vantage point in the back of the church…
on Silence.
I’ve long since thought the world could use more silence, ever since studying the desert fathers in my early theology classes. As it is, we get so little chance for silence in our world today. The hubbub of traffic, earbuds, computers, phones, and the like prevent us from really entering into silence. Even before I…
a love like the Mother’s.
Like most “good” Catholics I know, I love Mary (as in, the Blessed Virgin, or whatever title you refer to her as). I say good Catholics in quotes because it is almost a Catholic thing to love Mary, even if you don’t know her very well. But really, who among us knows her well? Not…
moving and unpacking Hacks.
After three moves in just over three years – two of those moves across state lines – I like to think I’ve learned a thing or two about how to efficiently move. Each time the move gets easier (please remind me of that if we have to move again at the end of this school…
hello, old Friends.
Almost without fail the following scenario happens when it has been a while since I’ve blogged: Think all day about finally, finally, finally getting to write a new blog. Happen upon 2-7 amazing, incredible, inspiring blog posts by other bloggers before my carved out writing time rolls around. Desire to write a post as amazing as…
sharing the Story.
Last week was Natural Family Planning (NFP) week. Typically I’m one to join right in, praising NFP and how wonderful it is, but this year I didn’t. Instead, I sat back and read truth after truth about how hard NFP can be. I started charting years before I married Anthony. When I learned about my…