It was grueling. It was long. It was exhausting. But it’s over. The annual Meire Grove Church Supper is in the books for another year.
I’m offering it up. There is this challenge in my life and I’m not going to let it get the best of me. I’ve been praying about it for at least a year now. And the Lord is bringing me to greater peace and understanding about it.
Last Advent I tried something different. I kept a daily log of who I saw the face of Jesus in by their kind words, deeds or actions.
Thoughts about my four kids, including one getting ready to select a college, have been churning in my head.
Scribbling hope. That’s how I would describe my attendance at this fall’s Diocesan Council of Catholic Women conference on Saturday, Sept. 17. I usually write down things that people say or something that I read that touches me in my little cheapo composition tablets from Walmart or Target. Kind of like, treasures of the heart. […]
Where do people get this “lazy days of summer” notion? It just hasn’t happened, as far as I can feel.
I’m not much of a shopper. Actually, my trips into St. Cloud have become more of a drudgery than a pleasure. I’m not sure if it’s the road construction, the fact that I’m missing out on limited summertime at home or just the exhaustion that arises from trying to run too many errands in too […]
I had the incredible privilege of experiencing a couple of “grace encounters” with God this past month. What are those, you ask? I’d define a grace encounter as sensing or feeling God’s presence in a deeper fashion than before. I read at morning Mass every third Wednesday at St. John the Baptist Church in Meire […]
God has revealed his presence to me lots of times in lots of different ways. Last summer, when we were in Alaska, there were many “conversations” between him and me. He talked. I listened. Mostly he said, “Look at all this incredible beauty I created. Enjoy it. Soak it up. There will be times when […]
If I’m not working on something word wise, it feels as if something’s just not right. Like, something is missing. Something is off. A part of me isn’t fulfilling its need to be heard. Maybe this word thing stems from my childhood. I was number seven out of eight kids. By the time I was […]