“How did I get here?” I thought. “More importantly, how do I get out?”
Everyone loves babies. They know where they’ve come from and they know to whom they belong: Infinite Love.
By sharing in our brokenness, we find healing. We find God.
The Transfiguration is confusing and deeply mystifying, and maybe that’s the point.
My daughter is learning to trust her sense of herself and her vocation. So am I.
I expected to like Wonder Woman. I didn’t. But I loved what my son told me during the movie.
We were eating a “Secret Daddy Treat.” Somehow it became a sacred moment.
Adults talk a lot to children. We teach and tell, instruct and correct, admonish and encourage. What would we learn if we listened?
I started to very intentionally work prayer into our daily conversation in ways that didn’t feel forced or hokey.
Today we celebrate the Feast of the Visitation, when Mary goes to visit her older cousin, Elizabeth after accepting the call to carry and give birth to Jesus. Just why do we celebrate this event? Where’s our place in the story? Let’s find it.