The vulnerability of the sick and disabled is a great strength. Their receptivity to earthly love makes them powerful conduits for the heavenly kind.
That time I took a test for college credit and almost shot myself in the foot out of fear of failure…
To celebrate a finished first draft, I share some answers to common questions I’ve received about writing a book, and a few tips and tricks from the writing journey of a total noob.
I’m sitting in Panera and 14 seconds after I typed the last word of this book about my pilgrimage to Lourdes, I hear singing in Latin. It sounds like the rosary being sung in Lourdes. I mean, it sounds EXACTLY like the rosary being sung in Lourdes.
The saga of our as-yet fruitless search for answers, in honor of Undiagnosed Diseases Day.
This is not a simplistic “God never closes a door without opening a window” speech. It’s just a reminder that a negative (or absent) response does not have to mean the end of a relationship with God.
Staring into the abyss without clinging tightly to the hand of God is a dangerous game. He’s calling me back to his side now. Take my hand, dear daughter. It’s time to cling again.
I believe now, in my bones, that God is in control and will order all these scary moments into a beautiful whole, someday.
Don’t I? I think I do. Right?
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.