I enter Lent cautiously, tentatively. I want to be bravely holy and ambitious, but, I also know that 40 winter days stretch long into the future. "Lent is supposed to be like a desert," the priest said, at Ash Wednesday mass--where we're stripped of comfort and utterly reliant on God. I have traveled before. I... Continue Reading →
Forehead on the floor Poured out in love for God's own Priest, guide, victim
The journey is long For the way we are given Oil, Spirit, press'd in.
Valentine's Day. I happen to love it. Love it, love it. I'm literally wearing a red sweater covered in obnoxious white hearts as I type this. That being said, I know it's hard, too. Because everyone is having these cutest little love posts about their lives and when you're not there, it's tempting to feel... Continue Reading →
Heaven and earth meet Mercy-moment, "I am sorry" ...Father runs to son.