A garden can be a metaphor for the soul.

I find it a bit comforting to recall that many great men and women in the Bible encountered doubts when faced with a call from God.

There are days when I wonder if The Matrix is a documentary.

“He who climbs never stops going from beginning to beginning"

Did you ever have the thought that maybe God is asking you to suffer like this so maybe it isn’t supposed to get better?

We long to share a meal with others without the anxiety that a virus is lurking in our midst.

While we are living in the ordinary, sometimes mundane, world of the daily grind, we have a unique role.

When prophecies sound like news reports, it’s easy to become concerned.

God directs us by means of our superiors.

Many stories start at the beginning, but St. Joseph’s starts in the middle of his life. It may help to put yourself in his place.

The cold, hard fact is that most of us aren’t going to Heaven, and we have only ourselves to blame.

The value of our time is not measured by our productivity but by the quality of each "yes" we say to God in our daily fiats.

Turns out St. Joseph is exactly what our world needs right now. Not a soldier, nor a healer, nor a miracle-worker, but a father.

This face is destined to change the world.

What would it be like to wake up tomorrow morning and have almost superhuman power to deflect any temptation and avoid sin?

The creaking of the chapel’s walls like a boat on the ocean led me to a sense of peace.

But most of all, I am hopeful because on a silent night long ago, one star stood out in the darkness above all the rest.

Serving my husband and children with love, humility, and joy is how I can love the Lord above all else and love my neighbor as myself.

Perhaps Our Lord will soon be roused. We can hope. And perhaps when he is roused the storm of this year will be calmed.

Living in reality means recognizing God in every detail of life.