If we open ourselves fully to life’s difficult situations, we can experience the freedom that comes from choosing to follow God’s voice.
During the holiday seasons, it’s fun to ride around and see how the “neighbors” decorate their homes.
My deepest desire for peace had not abandoned me but had tucked itself into the fissures of my broken heart.
There's so much to learn through fictional true stories.
I somehow felt the support of encouragers, the prayers of intercessors, and the gift of God himself. In that moment, I believe the Lord spoke to me.
The very existence of one solitary mustard seed is a mystery beyond the ken of the human mind. If it can remove doubts, why couldn't it move mountains?
The world tells us to be constantly climbing the social pyramid or corporate ladder, but what does the life of Jesus tell us?
The agony of a rainy day was just the setting for the ecstasy of a radiant encounter
Just admitting to myself I am not ok was a huge relief. It was liberating. It was a step in the right direction.
The boy who caught my attention had his head tucked into a stuffed bunny half his own size.
At some point in my 20s the world began to choke out my beginner's attitude. That was disastrous for my spiritual life.
It's undeniable that there is a connection. But how do I categorize it? What type of connection could this be called?
It should be noted that I am a convert to Catholicism and my parents are not. Though my parents have never been anti-Catholic, there was some concern.
A kiss of beauty as a reminder that we are given so much more than we deserve.
“You are a Tabernacle.” I’ve heard these words so many times throughout my life, but how can we live in a way that reflects this?
They say that if a season is rushed it can cause disastrous effects ... I’ve seen it happen.
Perhaps the telling of a story, or what might be called a parable, might throw some light on this question ….
