Adoro Te Devote recounts a dream and interprets it. A good Lenten meditation. Caution: spiders!
My doctor called a little bit ago. Yeah, 8:30 on a Saturday night. He said the biopsy results were negative for cancer. And so, of course, he wants to run some more tests. Because there’s still a chance the biopsy missed something. So...
Last night I dreamed I was taking part in some kind of fund raiser. My mom was counting up the money in our jars. There were millions of dollars, a huge check from a priest. My sister could pay off all her college debts and afford to go to grad...
My sister is coming on Monday to spend her spring break with us!!!
Good article in First Things on translations of some of St John’s poems that have been published in that magazine. Peace be to the poet saints Terese and Francis. I yield to nobody in my regard for Thomas Aquinas� hymn Tantum Ergo. But I think...
Fellow blogger Literacy-chic is also re-reading some of the Little House books. Her thoughts on These Happy Golden Years grabbed my attention: Predictably, the novel was thought provoking. After all of these years, I had forgotten few events, but...
I woke up at 5 am to the frantic screaming of a little girl. I got up and changed her diaper and tried to put her back to bed. When it became apparent that she was having none of it, I relented and brought her in to snuggle in with us. She nursed...
To all who are praying for us. You are in our prayers as well. To all who have left comments here and on my husbands blog. To Elizabeth Foss. To the ladies at the 4 Real Learning forums. To Amy Welborn and Dale Price and all the other bloggers who...
I found this prayer posted at et tu Jen. Dear Lord, I do not ask to see the path. In darkness, in anguish and in fear, I will hang on tightly to your hand, and I will close my eyes, so that you know how much trust I place in you, Spouse of my soul...
I keep waiting for the curtain to fall, for the storm to break, for the crush of grief, the uncontrollable sobs, the weight, the anguish, the pain. And yet I spend much more time laughing with Isabella than crying. My eyes are dry, my heart is light...
