St. Joseph is the man

I was going to write a blog post yesterday. March 19, Feast of St. Joseph. I had it outlined in my head, ready to roll. And then when I started my car the RPM gauge started jumping around/ the vehicle was accelerating without my assistance/ weird noises and I made the decision to leave myContinueContinue reading “St. Joseph is the man”

Flying solo. Or wherein I attempt to answer “why I’m still single”

Oh hello, Let’s start typing and see where this goes. I write this with many feels happening here behind the scenes (/screens, heh) and full realization that some people who read this know me in (gasp!) real life, too, and now they’ll know more secret things about me…so this is what I’m navigating. But, IContinueContinue reading “Flying solo. Or wherein I attempt to answer “why I’m still single””

What my ashes mean this year (A What I Wore Wednesday faux-post)

Today I sport my Ashes. You could read a million internet things about what these mean, and they probably mean many different things to many different people. And God is good and personal like that, so no worries. What to mine mean this year? This morning I sang the song “Ashes” in the shower asContinueContinue reading “What my ashes mean this year (A What I Wore Wednesday faux-post)”

Went to a Gospel concert on Sunday <3

Show me a people who have known deep suffering, and I’ll show you a people who know how to talk to God, plead with God, walk with God, praise God. Show me a young girl singing to Jesus and I will honestly show you an auditorium of grown men crying. (Yes. That happened). Sing andContinueContinue reading “Went to a Gospel concert on Sunday <3”

Reflection on St. Max which has been blowing my mind since December

Really, it has. I’m sure you all remember Brother Thomas: Right? I see this kid on the New Year’s Retreat. This year I was supposed to be solemnly in line for confession, but the lines were long and our eyes kept meeting and he was making weird faces at me until finally I was like,ContinueContinue reading “Reflection on St. Max which has been blowing my mind since December”

Got my throat blessed!

Here’s a brief rundown: Monday morning, iced-over car, lingering sniffles, few minutes late for work etc. etc. etc. Blech. And then I got to work and I realized what day it was, so I posted on Christine’s wall, “It’s your favorite feast day! The feast of St. Blaise!” Smile. This is one of those weirdContinueContinue reading “Got my throat blessed!”

Love doesn’t make sense to me, either

Did you ever have a conversation that was probably insignificant to everyone else involved but it stuck with you over the next few days and weeks and months, gently permeating your thoughts and research? A while back someone brought up Ephesians 5 with me. Be my guest, guess which part? You probs guessed right. TheContinueContinue reading “Love doesn’t make sense to me, either”

For unto us

I went to mass today, a windy walk away since my little church down the street is closed for the day. I sat in the glorious old building, feet propped on the kneelers (which is probably poor form, but, God and I are pretty tight so sometimes things happen). My eyes wandered to the poinsettiasContinueContinue reading “For unto us”

The Seasons of the Church, knowing what’s up and what not

First of all, I’m five years old and I really like Christmas. I remember one time, when I was little and our kitchen was not yet renovated* I was like, “MOM I LOVE CHRISTMAS! IT’S SO EXCITING! I’M SO EXCITED!” And she was like, “Well, let’s hope you don’t loose that as you grow older.”ContinueContinue reading “The Seasons of the Church, knowing what’s up and what not”

And then God asks us to do the terrifying

I’ve been thinking about things and mulling over some of my go-to prayers and stories and saints as I move forward in my life a bit. (Hopefully. God, please, let’s be moving forward?) This prayer is one of my favorites, ascribed to St. Brendan the Navigator, a man who lived in Ireland from 484-577. AsContinueContinue reading “And then God asks us to do the terrifying”