“This week has been so full of God moments, it’s hard to pick just one” I say to my friends as we sit in a quiet coffee shop, catching up and sharing about our weeks. I had been pondering how I’d answer this question all day today and especially in Adoration prior to our gathering. Would I share about the mercy and love I felt in the confessional? How about the breath-taking beauty of the 80,000-year comet my husband and I saw on Tuesday? What about the rejuvenating peace of the changing seasons that I savored on my walks this week? Or should I pick the leisurely lunch with a…
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I stand in the kitchen, cheeks hot with shame, eyes barely holding back tears, and I stir. I stir the dinner that simmers on the stove—just like I stirred the pot with my husband as I simmered in the laundry room just a few moments earlier. I vigorously mix the food and little bits of sauce splash out of the pan—just like I carelessly mixed all my frustrations of the day, allowing them to spill over into the busy night we had planned. It’s a Wednesday evening and it’s been one of those days. You know, the kind of day where every little thing seems to go sideways? The…
