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I miss my uncle the priest, especially throughout these past few years of adversity. I look forward to the daily email sermons I receive from a Catholic priest I call ‘Father Hope.’ I used to be involved in a bible study with him. His spiritual wisdom is some of the best I have received. In…

I’m sitting at a traffic light. I am sleep-deprived, stressed, and overwhelmed. But I have only one thought. The sun shines brightly and warmth seeps through the open window. Thank you, God, for this beautiful day. I surprise myself. Things in my life are desperate. I am in the middle of a brutally abusive elongated…

Growing up Catholic it was definitely implied we shouldn’t necessarily pray for small things. Prayers were to be siphoned out intentionally for major requests. A sick parent, financial hardship, or other types of significant anguish. Especially the suffering of others. This was the mindset I grew up with. There were rules when it came to…

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A priest I know and respect said we should thank God for our pain. A hard lesson to hear when experiencing any type of emotional devastation. Sure, spiritually we believe in growth and the hardship which promotes it. And sure, we theoretically believe it’s supposed to make us better human beings. It’s supposed to teach…

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When I was a baby my family experienced a house fire in the home my parents were renting. Moving would be complicated. The strain of my dad’s drinking was shifting the financial burden to my mother. And they did not have the money to put down on a house. Therefore, my mom did what she always…

Do you remember the first time your mom dropped you off at school? You cling to her leg with tears streaming down your face. And whimper… Please don’t leave me? This place looks scary? Why can’t I stay with you? But your mom promises if you just stick it out it will be worth it.…

When we are in the thick of it, slinging the mud of adversity we pray for help. And we pray and we pray. I did. I prayed until I wondered if I was praying properly. Should I ask God to help me get through this? Should I thank God for helping me get through this?…

Some years back we were vacationing in Myrtle Beach. My youngest son was just seven years old at the time. The day was beginning when we sat down to read a chapter in his CCD book. During my own childhood, the most I witnessed of CCD were the kids racing to the classrooms after Sunday…
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