Lent Thing is a recurring theme
Be merciful, just as your Father is merciful. “Stop judging and you will not be judged. Stop condemning and you will not be condemned. Forgive and you will be forgiven. Give and gifts will be given to you; a good measure, packed together, shaken down, and overflowing, will be poured into your lap. For the measure…
God always calls us to an open heart, an open spirit and always gives us the formula to make it happen.
I found this group during the shutdown. This group always makes me feel joy. They helped me to remember how we can share our inner joy just by being playful and fun! This is their most recent release, which happens to be one of my favorite songs! I hope you enjoy it and consider giving…
I accidently read the Monday readings on Sunday during my morning ritual. Monday’s reading was about healing the woman doubled over in pain on the Sabbath. I was stopped at the moment when Jesus is chastising the Pharisees for taking him to task for healing on the Sabbath. His response, “ought she not to have…
I have fallen in love with Dahlia’s lately. In a mad state of “must have” I bought a bunch of Dahlia corms and planted them around the perimeter of my Squash garden. Not my best plan. I didn’t really listen to the needs of the corms as well as I thought I had and I…
Please stand, as I introduce you to my newest friend, (and recent harvest) Mr. Carrotpants. Oh sure, he looks like an orange Butterball turkey but he is ALL carrot. I posted this on a social media site and someone mocked it, in jest called it a, “monstrosity” (Poor Mr. Carrotpants!) but it made me think…
In Saturdays’s Gospel, I was focused on the passage from Matthew about putting new wine into old wineskins. As several readers on here know, this Gospel was the inspiration for a National Catechetical Award called The New Wineskins Award, which it just so happens my friend won. We have harassed her ever since. So, usually…
God heals the brokenhearted, and binds up all their wounds; God counts out the number of the stars, and calls each one by its name. Psalm 147: 5-7 Last night I had a dream that a lifelong friends’ younger sister sent her little seven year old boy to hug me, I was surprised when I…
My youngest turned 19…marking the beginning of my last year as a mother of a teenager. It’s so funny to think how quickly it flies. When I was pregnant with her, I had her sisters praying that “the baby would come when the lilacs are in bloom.” Lilacs were my favorite and as a little…
In case you missed it, please take some time to watch this and insist on change and action. Help their families know that their children’s deaths and lives matter.