A couple months ago an unexpected wave of special needs grief hit me like a ton of bricks during Mass. Here’s why, and here’s what I did about it.
We evolve as individual beings — not from incompleteness to a finished product, but from one wholeness to another.
That time I took a test for college credit and almost shot myself in the foot out of fear of failure…
Sometimes discernment is hard. But sometimes, God just throws up his hands and does it for you. (Twice, if necessary.)
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.