Even the Sparrow finds a home, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, at thy altars, O Lord of hosts, my King and my God. - Psalm 84:3
Martha’s Many Things

Martha’s Many Things

I am a Mary at heart, a Martha by trade. Today’s feast of St. Martha has me thinking of both of them and the tug within each of us:  the longing for intimacy with God and the pressing needs of life.  I don’t need to repeat the story of the two sisters.  It...
He Speaks into Our Silence

He Speaks into Our Silence

I ran into a friend recently, another mom with lots of littles, at an indoor trampoline park.  It was a sizzling summer day in Phoenix and we’d both reluctantly shelled out too much money for a few hours of much-needed activity for the kids. The place was loud....
A Mom on Mount Carmel

A Mom on Mount Carmel

I took a fascinating online class on the nature of Mystical Theology in the Church this Spring. What precious time I could carve out from my busy life as a mom six, I spent delving into the works of St. John of the Cross and meeting a new friend, a little Carmelite...
St. Joseph’s Hands

St. Joseph’s Hands

Nine years ago I went for a walk with Alice von Hildebrand.  The lovely Catholic philosopher and theologian had come into Phoenix to give a talk on God’s love, and desiring to enjoy the weather and the views around Camelback mountain, she found me a willing...