Emotions stand at what feels like a mere blink away, always. I hear her message, that one I read just before a daughter was delivered weeks early and would need multiple surgeries before she and I finally got to sleep under the same roof of home…eucharisteo. Thanks in all circumstances, for all things.
Though we are not out of the woods yet, I’ve already begun looking in the rear-view mirror. In doing so, I’ve found some amazing gifts from this time.
Lolo had volleyball practice last night from 5-7 p.m. just like every other Tuesday and Thursday since March when this masked season hesitantly started.
In March 2020, my small church pressed the pause button on several ministries. Even as some groups stopped gathering, other ministries adapted, evolved and even grew.
We spend a LOT of time on output. We say a lot, post a lot, create a lot, do a lot, lecture our kids a lot (just me?), email a lot, text a lot, help a lot… but what is our input like?
“…all shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of things shall be well.”
Saint Augustine of Hippo writes of his mom’s persistence in her fight for his soul while he lived a life devoted wholly to his self and the fulfilling of its passions.
I read somewhere that Saint Mark the Evangelist is the patron saint of people dealing with insect bites.
Considered a spiritual masterpiece, A Serious Call published in 1729, stands the test of time and challenges Christians to participate in a common life centered on the precepts of the Gospel.
For the second year in a row, we’ll not be at church on Palm Sunday, and I won’t be in charge of the donkey.