Angie Elser 
My grief consumed me even though I knew in Christ there was soon to come rebirth in His Resurrection. Also during that Holy Week, my thoughts were focused on my son who was to celebrate his first Easter Triduum as a priest.
At each seat at the dinner table, he carefully set out placemats, napkins, cups, silverware, bibs, and sippy cups (for the littles). He was attentive to detail – folding each napkin precisely with creased centers and aligning every piece of silverware in proper placement.
I often have wondered how a heart loves. Is it born with the desire? Does God program every heart to love? Why do some hearts love more than others?
God was present and visible to St. Agatha in her suffering. He gave her unfathomable grace to withstand the atrocities she endured. God was also present and visible to me in every step of my breast cancer journey.
Redos are necessary. They’re beautiful. They enable us with a chance to a fresh start.
My son is now a Catholic priest. He was ordained in the summer of 2018. He has taught me so much about Jesus since that one Christmas Day.
My pride was meant to be broken. I wish my bones weren’t… but the lesson is learned. I’m owning my fall. I’m owning my pride.
I still shudder when I replay the memory in my mind: “You have cancer.” Those three words turned my world upside down and rocked me to my core.
Hurry was my word….until one day when we happened to have a few extra minutes before school pick up, I decided to take my younger 2 children to get some frozen yogurt for their afternoon snack.
With the end of school schedules and the routines of the rest of the year, it is easy to feel a little scattered as the summer schedule (or lack thereof) takes over.