John 1:5 The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it. Some memories are so distinct. The clarity is so crisp and real that you can relive every moment, feeling, smell, and sight. Your senses come alive with the memory and savor that time in history. Usually these are the good …
Source: Penny from Heaven. In My BED???
After a little sabbatical, I am inspired to put my fingers back on the keyboard to share from my heart. A couple of things have poked me to get back into blog world- a truth or dare type question in a group recently asking if I could do anything and not fail, what would it …
all things are possible… with God
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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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!
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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Rear View Recovery.
My favorite season is underway. I have decided just this week that my favorite season is Lent and... my favorite holy day is Ash Wednesday. We can talk about my favorite holiday another time. Ash Wednesday? Lent? Really? Really. I heard the readings that day, especially the gospel: Mt 6:1-6, 16-18 Jesus said to his disciples: “Take care …