Sun, sand, salty air and the sound of waves crashing upon the shore refreshed me; I am grateful for time to rest.
We don’t always know where we are going or where the journey will lead us; thankfully our friends, our pilgrimage companions, are there with encouragement, hope, and love.
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.
Self-care is more than taking a walk or getting a massage; I'm discovering self-care is more about valuing myself; serving, loving, protecting, nurturing, and giving to myself.
I have been unable to scan my Iceland photos from February; an unbelievable gift from this stud has brought back the thrill of film for me.
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.
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.
Sitting in silence can be uncomfortable yet healing; silence surfaces parts of me I haven’t noticed before.
The twists and turns of this week’s days had me rejoicing, resting, and struggling… sometimes all at once.
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.