The Impossible Made Possible

all things are possible… with God

Who Moved My Tree


Yesterday was a good day, but it was also bittersweet.  We celebrated the life of a man I had only known for about 3 years.  But, in those 3 years, he was a huge part of mine and my husband’s life, and he will continue to be for the rest of our days here on this earth.

You see, he was the man at our Celebrate Recovery who was the ‘self-appointed’ greeter to the most broken and lost newcomer.  He was the encourager who cared deeply and knew how to genuinely ask how you were doing and to intently listen to your answer.  He was that man to my husband from the moment when he approached those doors the first time.

My husband was my ex-husband at that time, and he was turning to Celebrate Recovery because he was very lost, broken, and desperate.  “Bud” welcomed him from the first…

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“What could we have done differently?” 

I have the same feelings of frustration, fear and even guilt as I have watched my children floundering outside of our faith.
The journey is similar- the lack of thorough education and immersion in our beliefs is all of our faults.
I pray that with the increased availability of online resources (Catholic websites, blogs, EWTN and many catholic radio stations) returning to our beloved Catholic home will happen for our loved ones!

Gathered and Grown

I used to attend a mothers’ group at my former Parish. The mothers’ group met once weekly for a faith study and fellowship. Partway through the year, a seminarian was sent to our Parish to help and learn. While working at our parish, he was ordained deacon and eventually priest. We all felt a sense of motherly pride.

Deacon Matthew used to come and chat with us during mothers’ group. One day we got chatting about my oldest son. Once very involved in the parish’s youth group and reading ministry, he had made a sudden about-face and announced that he did not believe in God. Deacon Matthew listened and asked thoughtfully: “What could we have done differently?” To keep him in the fold, to prevent him from turning away from God and leaving the church.

At the time, caught off guard while bouncing one twin in the sling and the…

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Insomnia Led Me to A Catholic version of a 12 Step Program

Insomnia is a gift sometimes.   Last night, thanks to my  bout of insomnia I caught a middle of the night talk show discussion on EWTN abut a 12 step program.  I was so excited to learn that the Catholic church had an organized approach to helping the hurting, the lost, and the habit consumed … Continue reading Insomnia Led Me to A Catholic version of a 12 Step Program

Alphabet Fail, Gratitude Prevails

Well, I have to confess, I have failed at my own alphabet challenge. (a post a day for each letter of the alphabet!)  Life and memories have gotten in the way unfortunately for the abc's.Memories, specifically my hometown's memories, is a new 'group' on my facebook this month.  It has taken over like a virus, … Continue reading Alphabet Fail, Gratitude Prevails

Alphabet Challenge

challenge to self: write directions to self: one post per day subject matter: anything (nothing R rated..) starting with anything that begins with "A", and ending with something that begins with "Z". I am a little jealous of some friends who have decided to accept the NaNoWriMo challenge - for national novel writing month. They … Continue reading Alphabet Challenge

A Death Wish

  Not really a death wish, but more specifically, my wish for my death. I bet that gets attention.  Seriously, I know death is not to be on my terms, but on God's, so, I have no intent of altering His plans there!  It is what will happen after my death that I feel I should … Continue reading A Death Wish

Weekends Aren’t for the Weak

Every day of my work week I have my list of things to do, things to accomplish, things to fix, things to start and a few totally unexpected things to do.... Monday through Friday, 9am to 5pm, (give or take). Then, from 6pm to 9pm (give or take), I have filled with other things I … Continue reading Weekends Aren’t for the Weak

The Silence Can Be Deafening

           In the not so distant past, I actually yearned for silence. Maybe Peace is the better word, but I thought it was silence I wanted. I am finding out that it is not at all what I thought it would be and I find only bits of real peace in the silence of my … Continue reading The Silence Can Be Deafening

The Hardest Hike

 The year was 2000, a very big year.  Everyone was bracing for the new year with all of its promises and all of its threats. Warnings swirled: unstable computer programs, apocalypse fears, and the realization that this would end partying like it was 1999.   We prepared for that year in many ways and looking back I know now that … Continue reading The Hardest Hike