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Three Tips for Daily Joy

Dang it you guys, I blinked again. This squishy newborn of mine is a newborn no more! It’s always amazing to me how suddenly and subtly six months slip by. These pictures Jess took remind me beautifully of the newborn Read more…


Real Freedom

Me And A Cheesecake I was staring longingly at a cheesecake platter that was sitting in my refrigerator when I thought to myself, “I should follow my heart and do what I want!” All the while I knew that what Read more…


Spiritual Reading Encouragement

I have never been an avid reader. Growing up, I’d do all in my power to avoid reading. But, reading is imperative in the spiritual life, and it has become one of my favorite things. I think it’s because I Read more…


The Breaking of the Bread

Our weary hearts and skewed vision strain to understand, to see, and to believe. We do our best to comprehend. But often our best efforts of complete, abandoned faith feel fake. Our doubts stand out because they make more sense Read more…


A Solid Foundation

The joyful mysteries of the rosary are the foundation of the life of Jesus. I have always found that meditating upon them grounds me. Their humble charm brings joy to my ordinary life of work and prayer, and their hidden Read more…


Complete Confidence

I love when Cooper wakes up from his nap because it’s always a mystery what he’ll be singing or talking about. Sometimes its about the hyenas in the Pride Lands. Other times it’s about Kaa trying to get Mowgli (we Read more…


Now Is The Time

Happy Gaudete Sunday! A few days into advent, I must admit, I thought this year was a bust. All my well laid plans for keeping this time holy were quickly unraveling. I had the best intentions of starting advent by Read more…


Mary’s Fiat

My soul proclaims the greatness of the Lord; my spirit rejoices in God my savior. Mary, Mother of God The word fiat is not just the name of a car. It is a Latin word that means “let it be Read more…


You Are So Very Loved

Every morning I wake up rather early to feed little Reagan. I dream of going back to bed, but I can’t bring myself to do it. As much as I love sleep, the morning hours have been too beautiful to Read more…


Spirit of Attack

I remember vividly the evening my dad introduced me to this notion: A Spirit of Attack. It was after a basketball game, when the wounds were still fresh from a loss. I hadn’t played well and my dad could see Read more…