This story is the original insight from which this ministry, Mighty Is Her Call, sprang, many years ago… Having put my children to sleep in their row of toddler beds, my husband encouraged me to take some time to pray. He could see that I was crushed under the weight both of fatigue from an
Today is one of my favorite feast days: Today we celebrate the Ascension of the Lord into Heaven. This day we commemorate the lordship of Jesus, his return to his Father, his ultimate victory over death, and the promise that we can join him in heaven. It’s such an important tenet of our faith that
In those final pushes, my midwife looks me square in the eyes and says, “Don’t forget to breathe!” Yes, yes . . . breathe in his life that I might give his life to the world. I may not feel like I have it in me, but that is because it is him in me,
Ahhhh! It’s Mother’s Day. The day we’ve all been waiting for . . . I’m sure we have all woken up rested and refreshed. All our needs have been anticipated, and each of us has been pampered all day. Cucumber water sparkles on our bedside table as we enjoy reading in our sundrenched room of
I was scrolling through Facebook, when something caught my eye. A mom-friend of mine who works as a nurse managed to start her own successful sewing business online. As I looked at all her beautiful work and her daughters in matching outfits with bows in their hair, I immediately criticized myself. I can barely get
On the first day of the week, Mary of Magdala came to the tomb early in the morning, while it was still dark, and saw the stone removed from the tomb . . . Mary of Magdala went and announced to the disciples, “I have seen the Lord,” and what he told her (Jn 20:1;18).
I have been thinking a lot this Lent about what it means to come home. At the beginning of Lent, we often read the story of the Prodigal Son, a story of rebellion and pride, followed by the father’s mercy and overwhelming forgiveness. Lent is a season when God the Father is calling us home.
God reveals himself through the beauty of motherhood—he speaks to our hearts and draws us in, initiating a life of fulfillment and holy satisfaction. Yet, when I wake in the gray hours of a dawning Lent, those early moments of my subconscious give me away—both an awareness and a longing are revealed. I am aware
Christ calls us to love even when that love is poorly reciprocated or perhaps not even reciprocated at all. In a certain sense, this reality is deeply woven into the vocation of motherhood. It may even be the very heart of this vocation. A mother gives her own body, her whole life, and her whole
Come and be filled with gratitude and holy wonder with me—how God allows you and I to face the darkness of sin and death that we might come to know the poignancy of the blazing light of Jesus, our God of the Nativity. As a little girl, I struggled with the message of Christmas. The
It happens every year about the time I should be brimming with a deep well of gratitude and nurturing an abiding, holy contentment—the Target and Anthropologie promotions pour into my inbox. Even the old-school mailbox overflows. I am caught on my stoop momentarily fixated. I have a deep feminine desire for beauty and those ads
You are not alone. You may think you are the only one whose kids don’t let you talk on the phone or pee alone, but I am here to assure you that these are five universal, immutable truths: The Parched Phenomenon: We have made it to bedtime. We are so close to the finish
I am amazed to behold the support and joy I’ve experienced when I connect with other moms. It’s truly an amazing gift. It is a joy to share in conversation and to understand one another as Catholic women and as mothers dedicated to opening our hearts and serving our Lord in building the tapestry of