Jesus has a way with words. More specifically, he has a way with simple questions that get right to the point. And sometimes they get personal. For example — “Why are you anxious about clothes?” he asked not long ago as I slammed my closet door. It’s been a long time since I read Matthew […]
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MAKE THE MOST OF THE R.E.S.T. OF THE SUMMER
How can it be mid-summer already?! And how did I get this far without resting? Summer used to be one lazy day running into the next: swimming and picnics and hand-cranked ice-cream, nights full of stars and fireflies. Above all, there was time to rest. Time to watch the clouds or fish and paint and […]
WHAT, ME WORRY?
How quickly Easter joy can sink into worry as we get back into “the old grind” after celebrating! Thank goodness for friends who call me back to my senses. I’m part of a Catholic Women’s Bloggers Network that is doing a monthly “blog hop” – everyone writes on the same topic and the links are […]
WHEN YOU’RE ANXIOUS AND TROUBLED: WHERE ARE YOUR EYES?
It was a crazy morning. I was racing around the house throwing clothes in the hamper, dishes in the dishwasher, trying to get it all done before going to work. My husband passed me on his way to daily mass and I exploded. How could he be going to mass?! Doesn’t he think I want […]
WHY PRAY, IF IT DOESN’T ALWAYS “WORK”?
(Traducción en español al final) I heard twice from a friend last week, big news about others: one, a mutual acquaintance who suffered years after an accident that left him paralyzed from the neck down, who then got cancer. His funeral this month was a testimony to his faith and the joy he found, in […]
WHEN THE WAVES COME … STAY IN THE BOAT
Rushing to the car with a cart full of groceries, I hit a pothole. Not a big one, just big and deep enough to grab a front wheel. The cart flipped forward, and I flipped with it. It all happened in slo-mo: the bar hitting my shin, me recoiling in pain, the coffee flying, me […]
WHEN NEEDS OVERWHELM
In the mid-60s, my parents packed up their small family and moved us to Hong Kong, where my Dad helped to start a missions hospital. Refugees had flooded into Hong Kong after the civil war in mainland China and the needs were great. At five years old I knew little of refugees or hospitals. But […]
