While going through a box of old papers, I was surprised to come across the following words in my own handwriting: It is in journeying TOGETHER that we are able to glimpse the true meaning of Perfect Love. Because we fail each other so miserably we see even more our great need for the Creator…

Recently I woke up thinking, “I feel like I’m watching a long movie and I missed a lot of what already happened and my brain is trying to figure out what I missed which puts me in danger of missing what’s happening in the moment.” When I shared these thoughts with my husband, he said,…

I awakened sobbing in the middle of the night and had been out of sorts and teary all morning. I’ve come to accept that some days in this grief are just like that. I decided a brisk walk in the crisp morning air to Mass and back might help, but I still cried most of…

What does radical trust look like? It’s trust without reserve, trust with unwavering confidence. Not confidence that nothing bad will happen, but relying on God to be good and loving no matter how things turn out. This past week I shared with a small group a meditation on the first verse of Psalm 23. “The…

Evan was born on December 11th, late at night on the vigil of Our Lady of Guadalupe. I was completely unaware Marian titles and apparitions at the time. I just wanted him to be born as soon as possible. I know how strange this seems to some of our non-Catholic friends and family, but we…

Last year we made plans to build a retirement home in Cornville; to design and build it ourselves. We even hired a designer and had the plans for the house of our dreams ready to go. But with the clarity brought by Evan’s death, our plans changed. We will miss Arizona where we met and…

A few years ago Evan shared some sourdough starter with me. One of his friends had shared their’s with him. I don’t know how long he had kept it going, but It thrived in my fridge for about four years. When I began baking artisan sourdough loaves in earnest I shared some of Evan’s starter…