little moments full of grace
July 11, 2021
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…
May 2, 2021
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…
February 28, 2021
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…
January 25, 2020
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…
January 16, 2020
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…
December 19, 2019
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…
December 15, 2019
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…
December 12, 2019
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…
November 7, 2019
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…
October 31, 2019
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…
