Our Lady the Undoer
Sometimes I am disgusted at the rope I bring to her, the rope of my life, full of more huge knots than I care to count.
Sometimes I am disgusted at the rope I bring to her, the rope of my life, full of more huge knots than I care to count.
The road to heaven is paved with many pride swallowing moments. Many teary apologies. Many whisperings of “will you forgive me.”
I am a cradle Catholic who attended 12 years of Catholic schooling and as a thirty something mother of two I still had no idea what Adoration of the Blessed Sacrament was.
Sometimes I go into a friend’s house and I am blown away by the Catholicness of their home.
It has been reported by survivors that one of her last acts on this earth was brushing a child’s hair.
I love to read. I consider myself a fairly voracious reader finishing about two books a month.
“Maybe He wants you to understand how He feels when you don’t show up for Him.”
We’d let someone into our marriage. Slowly, over the years, we lost the control we had over our lives.
When it came my turn to be a mother, I knew I wanted to be like my own mom—tough, with high expectations and slightly terrifying. But I wanted to be more glamorous.