Jesus, Easter & Why I Hate Chocolate Covered Eggs

My mom was raised a Catholic. So initially, I was, too.

Catholicism was never the best fit for her soft and malleable spirit, and instead of leading her to profound truths and realizations, it led her to worry, guilt, and fear. Or maybe it’s more accurate to say that it fanned those flames already within her. But that intentional spiritual seeking–the one that really has you digging deep–seems to most often take place later in life. And at seventeen she was far too busy with other things. Things like finishing high school and navigating the new waters of both motherhood … Continue reading

Panic, Prayer & Patience

This post is proving a little bit harder than usual to write. Not that I think the words won’t flow once I start typing (I can already feel them, chomping at the bit), but there’s more than a little trepidation putting this all out there. But after being on Instagram for the past year, and writing one deep(ish) post after another, I’ve realized one very important thing: the harder it is for me to share (basically, the more I really, really don’t want to), the more that I need to. And whenever I question that, or second-guess myself, God sends … Continue reading