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I guess the thing now for new year’s resolutions is to choose a word for your year. Have you heard of it? Maybe you’ve already chosen one. Health, Energy, Boldness, Creativity, Courage. Or maybe you hate all things resolutions and have vowed never to make them again. I am somewhere in between. January definitely gives… Continue reading a reset
After Christmas I take a walk down to the shore at my grandmother’s house. The sun is just rising above the clouds making ribbons of pink and orange dance on the still morning water. The air is bitter cold, and my fingers quickly cramp as I try to snap just the right photo for my… Continue reading hello 2020
Christmas is around the corner, which magnifies all those nagging questions...What else do I have to buy? What more do I need? Who is left on my list to shop for? There is so much consuming at Christmas. And though I love finding just the right gift and imagining how it will bring a smile… Continue reading to have something to give
Last night my 4 year old comes into the kitchen where I am making lunches for school the next day. He pulls a stool over to where I am standing, asks if he can help me. I want to tell him no, I’m trying to get this done as quickly as possible. I’m tired, and… Continue reading to be like Mary
You know that moment when you let yourself grow quiet enough to feel that tug inside of you, that longing to communicate with God. But then, what to say? Sometimes I find myself struggling for the right words. Certainly in prayer there is time for silence, for resting, for listening. I have found these times… Continue reading turning to the prayers of others
There are four words that are saving my life right now. By ‘saving my life’ I just mean helping me to keep turning my soul towards God, again and again. Because I often forget who I am, and what I am. These phrases remind me that I am more than just these skin and bones,… Continue reading these 4 words
Change is in the air. A new school year is here, and this time around I hug both of my boys good-bye before they enter those big doors, backpacks thumping against their little legs. (Is it just me or does the cuteness factor of a 4 year old sky- rocket the second you place a… Continue reading with both hands open
