I walked over, glanced at the jar, wrote “197” on a piece of paper, and threw it into the container for guesses.

Mercy goes a long way. Criticism gets us nowhere.

I’m trying to take time to marvel at the colors of this season this fall.

Today, I’m not feeling grateful for grief. But I am grateful for Eric. And I’m grateful for the good memories that come rushing back when I think of him.

I was excited about going to our nephew’s outdoor wedding, but I was antsy about the weather forecast.

Five years ago, when my sister and brother-in-law were expecting twin boys, I was rooting for them to come on my husband’s birthday. I loved the idea of them all being birthday buddies. As it turned out, our nephews were born the day after my husband’s birthday. God’s plan is always better than mine, and […]

St. Therese would nudge us to take on the little actions of daily life and see the value and the holiness in that service.

Our younger son loves fresh eggs. So, when a local friend posted to Facebook that they had extra eggs from their chickens, I messaged her right away.

Life is better taken a step at a time, navigating it as it comes, rather than worrying about what tomorrow might bring.

We just got rid of our old hamper. It was just a hamper.