Watered Garden

What are you doing Daughter asked puzzled
Two old ladies stopping stooping over the roses
Communing with the pretty velvety faces

Sometimes I feel like how Saint Peter must have felt when he was older and experiencing what was prophesied about him, that he would be led to go where he did not want to go. Married life is a little like that. And sometimes, it is a lot like that.
My time is no longer my own. I have to consider a whole lot more than just my individual wants and needs. I even have to do things I would normally avoid just because I really don’t like doing them, but now, it isn’t really a choice if my preeminent...

During my cell group meeting some Mondays ago, S commented that she felt the love of the community during the covenant celebration for everyone was just pitching in and doing what needed to be done so that it was a beautiful and meaningful Eucharistic...

I have been having a spate of bad nights, not enough sleep, leading to physical exhaustion, which makes me irritable and sensitive. It doesn’t take much to stress me out. Worse, my best efforts seem to fall short and I feel like I am drowning, failing...