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Morning Prayer

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It is still dark, but your presence provides a gentle light. I can feel your peace. I come to you now, before the day has begun, in hopes of a new start and new strength. I draw every breath from Read more…


Views From The Back

Yes, Christmas was 2 months ago. I think it’s taken me this long to recuperate from the travels and chaos that ensued. But, none-the-less, we survived another jam packed Christmas of visiting family and friends! That’s no easy feat. Our Read more…


The Gloom

In small town Hillsdale, MI, gloom is an almost constant companion throughout the winter and well into spring. The rare days that the sun breaks through the misty sky are treasured and celebrated. As quickly as the sun makes it’s 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…


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…


Like Christmas Morning

My parents recently returned from Spain where they spent over a month walking the Camino De Santiago. The day after they got back they made a trip to little old Hillsdale to visit us for the weekend. I know they Read more…


The Moon and The Sun

The full moons piercing light illumines the night sky. Her rays fall gently upon the path in front of me, showing me the way. Each footstep is more certain and secure than the one before. She leads me through the 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…