This Incarnate Faith
So I worry. About all sorts of things. I’m pretty sure it’s the reason why animals in my house turn out a bit funky—they live in a soup of my worry pheromones…poor things. Since my mom passed away, I’ve noticed more about how anxiety sits in me, how my body holds it. When its really... Continue Reading →
“Father,” said Flambeau in that infantile and heavy voice he used very seldom. “What are we to do?” His friend’s reply came with the pent promptitude of a gun going off. “Sleep!” cried Father Brown. “Sleep. We have come to the end of the ways. Do you know what sleep is? Do you know that... Continue Reading →
I’ve been thinking about hope all week. What gives us hope? What does it look like in my daily, house-cleaning, school-drop-off, dinner-making-ish, life? What is hope in my home with my girls, with my husband, or with my parents, my brother, my in-laws? What does hope look like to my friends--dear, dear women who... Continue Reading →
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