I haven’t written here since Christmas, and there are a few honest reasons for that. After sharing about trauma, my body remembered what my mind had carefully packed away. As Scripture reminds us, “My soul is downcast within me; therefore I remember you” (Lamentations 3:20–21). Sometimes remembering is holy. Sometimes it is heavy. And sometimes, it asks us to pause. As Bessel van der Kolk names it, “the body keeps the score.” The 2:54am wakeups in a panic returned. The brai

Yes, the nativity scene is lovely and meaningful. When my children were babies, I too related so much to Jesus coming to earth as an infant. There’s something profoundly moving about seeing Him there. The Church actually intends the crèche to draw us into the very heart of Christmas; however, the mystery is that this baby is not just cute, but truly God made flesh . When we see the child in the manger, it’s easy to think only of His littleness. But the liturgies of Christmas

Anxiety, Modern Worship, and the Exhausted Soul Author's note: Dear reader, I'm coming out of the gate with a heavy topic. With heavy topics come the need for some higher-level thinking and writing. They deserve it. Suffering lasts but for a time, and eventually there will be joy again. But even after the suffering is gone, the effects of it are lasting . My life experience with those frayed threads will not go unused. God gave me the tools to continue to weave them back into

I want to start here by gently clearing the air. Many of us were taught about Catholicism without ever being taught from it. I know; I was one of them. Before we go any further into theology, liturgy, or everyday faith, it matters that misunderstandings within the Christian faith don't become barriers. Ill-formed perspectives, often inherited and not examined, can quietly close us off before we ever listen. This isn't about winning arguments. I'm not here to argue. It's about

Why I'm Here, and Why This Matters. Grace is rarely loud. Though not readily tangible, I envision it stitched quietly into the fabric of ordinary days. It is stitched into work that feels unseen, relationships that stretch us, suffering that humbles us and gives us pause, and moments of joy that in our daily hustle we barely have time to name. This space exists to help us notice those sacred threads and learn to live in a way that allows God's grace to shape not only what we