I was thinking recently about all of those times in my life when someone has confronted me about a behavior of mine that was leading me astray in some way. Speaking up when you see a loved one headed in the wrong direction is a spiritual work of mercy, and boy am I thankful to have received that kind of mercy a few times in my
I have this thing about being kind to animals. Maybe it all stems from the fact that both of my parents are veterinarians. Not that our poor dog Emma always gets the best side of me, due to her habit of taking naps in the middle of the kitchen floor exactly where and when I am trying to cook.(She weighs more than my five-year-old and my three-year-old combined by the way,
They say that you should be kind to everyone you meet, because you never know who may be fighting the hardest battle of her life. Many people I know are going through something difficult right now. Some of them are fighting the most difficult battles of their lives, but you wouldn’t know it by looking at their Christmas cards or Facebook posts. So many of
Young mothers have been on my heart lately. Certainly not all young wives are mothers, and not all mothers of little ones are young wives. But in general the first few years of marriage and motherhood, wherever you are, can be incredibly difficult. For me, many times a cup of coffee and a good conversation with a Titus 2 mom friend has been much-needed moment of encouragement.
They close their hearts to pity; with their mouths they speak arrogantly. They track me down; now they surround me; they set their eyes to cast me to the ground. They are like a lion eager to tear, like a young lion lurking in ambush.” Psalm 17:8-12 I have always sort of unconsciously skipped over these kinds of Psalms, the ones about deliverance from enemies.
All too often, I feel like Sunday is just part of “the weekend” at our house. Michael and I have taken some steps in our family’s rule of life to make our weekends less busy, but I have been feeling a nudge to take a hard look at how we keep the Lord’s Day holy…or don’t. I wonder if I speak for many people in confessing that I feel swept along
Last Monday was the feast day of St. Frances of Rome. I wouldn’t have known that it was her feast day at all, had I not stumbled across Brandon Vogt’s great article on her via Facebook. It was this more extended article on her life that brought tears to my eyes, though. What bravery and dauntlessness she showed. What a blessing she was to her husband and children. What suffering
A few months ago, I walked into the kitchen after finally getting the kids in bed, and I burst into tears. I was exhausted after a long day and the marathon that is bedtime in our house. We had had people over for dinner, and someone had kindly offered to do the dishes for me while I put the kids to bed. When I walked
There are many little moments in our lives when we don’t have quite the right words to say, or we say too much or too little. There are also many situations large and small in which others don’t have quite the right words to say to us. Because we are not all-knowing, we can’t really ever know whether the clumsy things people say sometimes are
The turning point in this cradle Catholic’s re-conversion to her faith was when I heard something at a retreat during high school: “Take delight in the Lord, and He will give you the desires of your heart” (Psalm 37:4). The all-consuming desires of my heart at that time of my life involved getting my Big Crush to ask me to homecoming (he didn’t) and competing in dressage