What Mutton Bustin’ Taught Me About Jesus Lovin’

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Last week, Therese (6), rode a sheep in front of roughly 65,000 people during the Houston Livestock Show and Rodeo Mutton Bustin’ event. Kinda makes me wonder what I’m doing wrong with my life. When I was 6, I um…I…went to the zoo. Totally the same thing.

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I Am Not the Savior

I am not the Savior

I sat in his office, my body wracked with sobs. I went through quite a bit of Kleenex. Thankfully, he had a whole box. I couldn’t speak very clearly through my tears. Emotionally, physically, spiritually, mentally – I felt like I was drowning. My husband and I weren’t communicating well. Someone I knew was about to make a choice that terrible for her soul. A fallen-away Catholic, she also put me in the incredibly uncomfortable position of explaining to her non-Catholic spouse exactly why it was considered sinful, and now they were both angry with me. My sister was in nursing school and was struggling to get good sleep and good nutrition. Her health has always been a challenge, so this was a lot for her body to go through. My brother was in his sophomore year of college, and still struggling to adjust to college life. Another brother was going through teenage challenges. My life at work was difficult due to a lack of direction and poor communication. I was a wreck, and I knew it, so I’d finally made an appointment with my pastor. Which brings me back to the sobbing.

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Two Thousand Eighteen: A Game Plan

2018 goals

 

It’s the last day of the year, and we wanted to make sure to end 2017 with Confession and Mass. Experiencing the cleansing mercy of absolution, closely followed by the reception of Our Lord in the Eucharist, was just what my soul needed on a day when the temperature outside is dropping like a rock and the hours of the year dwindle to a close. We went to one of the only parishes in Houston that offers Reconciliation on Sundays – Our Lady of Czestochowa on Blalock. Would you just look at this gorgeousness?

Our Lady of Czestochowa, Houston

Without further ado, here’s where my head’s at we venture in 2018, knowing full well that the Lord is the one in charge and there’s no telling where I will actually be 365 days from now. Continue reading

St. Patrick, Drew Brees, and Adversity – Or, Engaging 5th Graders During CCE

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St. Patrick probably would’ve liked football. Drew Brees probably likes green beer. They’re practically bros.

I’ve taught Continuing Christian Education (CCE) for about 10 years, give or take a year. During that time, I’ve taught pre-K, Kindergarten, 1st, and 3rd-5th grades. Each grade level is special for different reasons, but three years ago I realized that 5th grade is my super-fave-favorite. They’re old enough to ask smart, intelligent questions about the Faith, but young enough that they are still (mostly) innocent and carefree. Junior high looms large  around the corner, but for now, these kids are filled with the confidence of being the eldest of their schools. They have a sense of their budding responsibility to be good examples to the younger kids, and they relish the opportunity to live up to the high expectations we set for them. Seriously. Fifth graders are the BEST age for teaching religious education. FIFTH GRADE IS MY JAM.

Here’s the thing, though. I don’t connect, like, AT ALL, with the 5th grade boys. The girls and I get along well, because they’re more generally more mature and interested in spiritual ideas. Not necessarily so with the boys, though there have been a few notable exceptions. I have four brothers, so you wouldn’t think I would have trouble talking to these kids, and yet, I think I revert back to awkward-around-boys-5th grade Wendy and just fail miserably engaging and helping them understand how the study of Christ, the Scriptures, His Church, the Saints, etc., have any relevant connection to their lives. Until last Sunday. *mwahahahaha* Continue reading

Bold. Permanent. Indelible. – Harvey Makes His Mark

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My mailbox on the 28th of August, 2017.

Funny thing about Sharpie markers. On their website, the product description offers its use for “paper, plastic, metal, and most other surfaces.” It’s that “most other surfaces” part that gets me. You know what surface I never dreamed I’d be using my trusty fine-tip Sharpie on?

My kids’ arms.

Turns out, Sharpie writes well on skin – even if your hand is shaking like a leaf. And it stays there after several days of baths and soapy scrubbings, as a bold, indelible reminder of a hurricane that still haunts my dreams, almost two months later.

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