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Listen for the Voice

My kids talk. A lot. They’re not shy, and they have an overabundance of opinions. They pretty much communicate in some way – words, songs, yelling – from the time they wake up to the time they fall asleep. They…

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Becoming the Palace

I’ve written before about how awesome a moment it is when we recognize the Holy Spirit at work interiorly within us; when our eyes are opened, and we attune to His presence. The Holy Spirit persistently prods us towards wholeness,…

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Getting You Off Your Game

I saw the dresser tipping, but I couldn’t do anything but scream. My son was angrily pulling clothes from the dresser drawer, which he pulled at just the right angle to tip the dresser over. He righted it, but not…

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At the Cross

In an outrageous plot twist, the first followers of Christ saw their King lifted up, not on a royal throne, but on a wooden cross. While today the cross is a thing of beauty to be carried in procession or…

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Towards Wholeness

Within each one of us is an innate desire for, and indeed propulsion towards, wholeness. It’s been woven into the fibers of our being. And just as our Creator has planted deep within us the desire for wholeness, so too…

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Peace

Peace and Anxiety: a Curious Juxtaposition

I was encouraged this summer to consider the fruit of the Spirit. Something most Christians are fairly familiar with. One of the things charming children’s songs help us memorize at an early age. Galatians 5:22-23: But the fruit of the…

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Paddle Back to Shore

I was distracted the first few months of summer. Swamped. Work-crazy. Traveled home to help my mom. Baseball tournaments. One vacation, then another. All good stuff. But I may have missed a Mass. OK, maybe several. My list of excuses…

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Broken And Beautiful

Beautiful Brokenness

“I hope nothing’s wrong with this one,” my friend brazenly blurted after my pregnancy announcement during our monthly women’s Bible study. A few cringed following her comment, and I caught their discomfort in my periphery. Somehow, as calloused and cruel…

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A Legacy of Love

Whenever a certain friend of my oldest comes over, at some point she wears my Grandma Gerry’s wedding dress. This homemade, pink dress that oozes the 70s somehow made it into our wardrobe of costumes, and it gets amazing use. Besides…

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