She is so often portrayed as too pretty to touch, air brushed like a fluffy cloud or a pink puff of spun cotton candy. But she knew gut-wrenching grief. She cried real tears when she was widowed. Of course she did. Joseph’s death must have been a bottomless loss for her. She walked… [Read More]
Finding Jesus in The Rug
Monday mornings are typically our family “recover from the weekend” cleanings. I used to have a whatever approach to schedules, but six kids no longer affords me that luxury…or penance. However you want to look at the glass… So…first thing Monday morning, we start with our usual morning cleaning which I refer to as ordered… [Read More]
