“Mama, I’m just so cold.” Standing on a sandbar in Lake Superior, my young daughter, face white, turned to look at me and promptly fell, fainting, into my arms.
Author: Julianne Nornberg
Clinging to our rock . . . our Faith . . . Our Lord
“So there is a delay of unknown time . . . ” my daughter’s text read, and she feared she wouldn’t make her connecting flight in time.
How to finish the race of a lifetime
The race is the quintessential metaphor of the journey of life itself, of the struggle toward holiness in the heart of every soul trying to follow our Lord to Heaven.
A lesson in Catholic hospitality
I realized later that hospitality really is at the heart of evangelization, when you open the doors of your heart and home to the domestic Church inside, even when it is really difficult.
Noticing proof that someone cares
Sometimes, amid the chaos in our lives, we just need to know that someone cares.
Cooperation versus control: Surrender to God in the Eucharist
Despite my careful planning, I was still in control of . . . very little.
‘Drinkable sandwiches’: Learning to let go of imperfections
Grabbing a quick lunch and then heading out to go hiking or kayaking is not an uncommon occurrence in our household, especially in the final precious days of golden summer.
Connection between souls amidst a tattered world
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All masked up, my family and I sat 12 feet away from my elderly parents outside their apartment. Sitting side by side, my parents looked out at us from behind the screened porch.
They clasped hands, as always, embracing the odd state of the world — not knowing what the future would hold — but content to be facing it together, just as they had faced all things in their 63 years of married life.Being thankful in a time our hearts are not
November is traditionally […]
Put God first and the rest will follow
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My family and I are embarking on a new journey this fall. It involves books and time and patience and togetherness — lots and lots of each.
This new journey is homeschooling.