Welcome, new readers! This blog has grown a lot in the last two weeks, and I am really, really grateful that you are here, however you found your way. Many of you have chimed in with wonderful, supportive comments, and I am so glad to know that you have identified pieces of yourself in pieces…… Continue reading To my brothers and sisters in the trenches
God has drawn beautiful goodness forth out of the rubble and ashes. He makes ALL things new, even the raggedy souls of beaten-down special needs mamas.
In which we address the elephant in the room and the million dollar question: What happened AFTER the baths?
Awkwardness! Confusion! Doubt! Our time in the baths was the beginning of the story, not the end.
Everywhere we went in Lourdes, the gaze of the beloved was turned upon us. The effect of this gaze, on both the bestower and the object, was transformative.
On Sunday, we attended one of the weirdest, most uplifting Masses of my life in the ugliest basilica I have ever seen. It was a gorgeous mess.
A pleasant springtime stroll through the Grotto of Massabielle turned out to be a revelation.