A few months ago, Nurya encouraged me to write about my experience parenting in extreme pain. Now that surgery is imminent, I’m ready to share how my pain has brought me closer to my family, my friends, and to God.
The musical’s haunting refrain inspires my gratitude for St. Luke’s ministry of storytelling.
My kids had fun being in charge of the evening’s meal, and I had a good time watching them work together and talk about what makes a good sibling.
Not long ago, I was a farmer. These days, it seems like a victory just to get dinner on the table.
Making my offering became a very holy, personal thing to me.
It’s hard for children to let go of baby blankets. It’s even harder for us adults to let go of security addictions or habits and leap fully into the hands of God.