More than a year ago, a ridiculous dream formed itself in my heart. On May 5, 2018, it actually happened.
Brokenness lived under the blessing is transformed into a gift, not a burden. Every year in Lourdes, I get to relearn this.
Sometimes it's easy to get so busy looking for the big miracle that we miss the little ones. God answered a very specific, longstanding prayer of mine in a delivery of food: a miracle in a pot of soup.
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?
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.
A quick overview of our not-so-quick trip... just enough to leave you wanting more.
A few weeks ago, I got an email from another special needs mom, someone I don't know directly but who knows many of my friends. She got in touch with me because someone had suggested taking her son to Lourdes, which made her remember our upcoming pilgrimage, which made her get in touch to ask… Continue reading A Sabbath year