Though each of us is unique, we are all of us made in the image of God. May we find the value in each and every person that crosses our path.
There is nothing ordinary about what is happening in Virgina; I pray for God’s grace to give me the courage to stand in love for justice in the face of this evil.
The Lord unlocks closed places in my heart; I have courage because He’s with me, I’m secure in His love.
I continue to discover and encounter the feminine face of God; I see how struggle, new life, and the Eucharist are all revealed and made known in my own my life with labor, birth, and nursing.
The Lord is bringing clarity and focus to places in my heart blurred by pain; it is a scary yet empowering process.
As God gently pulls back each layer of my false self; I am slowly beginning to taste and see the beauty of my own soul.
As the cool, quiet morning dawned, I sipped coffee and soaked in the beauty.
The week was filled with excitement and joy and anticipation of what is to come; peace came like a quiet whisper reminding me to sit patiently in the present.
Joy burst in my life as I created space, decluttering heart and home.
Kind, patient, encouraging, and understanding; my heart bursts knowing that my children have such a loving and compassionate father.
Taking time to slow down, rest and enjoy quiet moments throughout my day brings peace, clarity, and joy to my soul.
The season of blooming is good and beautiful; it is also boring and not at all as exciting as planting, sprouting, growing or harvesting.
Constantly surprised to find beauty amidst the prickly, sharp, painful experiences life throws my way; eyes open to the wonder and the pang.
I was loved and taken care of, and I loved and took care of my family; my days vacillated from narrowly hanging on to living life to its fullest.