Everything Is Grace

I had just finished praying the rosary. Tears flooded down my face wetting the floor. I could hardly open my eyes after crying for a couple of hours. Lord, help me finish this life, not by my own power but purely by your grace. When these words poured out of my mouth, my tears finally…

The Storms of Our Lives

Was it a vision? Or my imagination? I still try to find an explanation for that night. It was sometime between 2 and 5 AM when my sleeping daughter kicked her cute chubby leg up into the air only to have it land on my belly. At that moment, I was awakened instantly and had…

A Sense of Belonging

“Captain Benwick reading poetry aloud while Captain Harville mends his fishing net is a little image of how she imagined a secure home and a sense of belonging.” I read this morning, sitting under the parasol on my yard. The early morning breeze tells me that the autumn is not far off. I can taste…

Back to the Basic

Funny thing happened the other day when I was aimlessly browsing the library. As I was walking through a biography aisle, a title captured my attention. The Real Jane Austen.┬áThen a tiny voice in my head said, “Let’s get back to the basic”. I have deleted most of my contents from the first few years…