Jesus with gray hair? That’s not an image I’d ever imagined, not until my six-year-old granddaughter created one.
“Resurrection comes amid the deep loss that plunges us into darkness, when life hurts and makes no sense.” Br. Luke Ditewig, SSJE The day after […]
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I — I took the one that was actually there, And that has made all the difference. A […]
My heart broke again. It started in the car. “Mama, no one will include me at recess. I keep asking to play, but everyone already has […]
Some of my first memories of our tiny country church are in the first pew, sitting right next to my great-grandmother. After raising my grandmother […]
For twenty years, my prayer practice reminded me that my children were sealed with the Holy Spirit and marked as Christ’s own forever.
I’ve slowly come up with a few small things that might at least plant the seeds of understanding “life from death” for our secular grandchildren.
Our four-year-old granddaughter enjoyed retelling the Christmas story. So did I – until it took an unexpected turn.
Celebrating Christmas for all twelve days helped our family – first, after a divorce, and now, with our grandchildren.
As a grandparent, I’m called to embody the light of God to my grandkids. One way I do this is through sharing children’s books that pass on essential values.