Category: Life Seasons
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Returning to Catholicism With New Eyes
I didn’t come back to the Catholic Church all at once. There wasn’t a single moment of clarity, no dramatic return, no lightning strike of conviction. It was slower than that. Quieter. More like a gradual shift under the surface until, one day, I realized I was already on my way back. For a long…
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The World Cup That Spoke Both Languages
Some evenings stay with you long after you’ve forgotten the score.For me, it’s the 2014 World Cup final.The match kicked off just after evening Mass.We lived only a short walk from the church, so instead of everyone heading home, they came to our house. Father knew exactly what day it was. He picked up the…
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An American in Germany (Married to a Very German Man)
The honest, funny, and sometimes exhausting reality of building a life between two cultures. I was at our local church for morning prayer when the neighborhood’s older ladies began to arrive for a Bible study with the pastor. They invited me to join, and I followed along as best I could with my limited German.And…
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The Faith I Chose, Again and Again
There’s a moment—sometimes quiet, sometimes jarring—when you realize your life hasn’t followed the neat, predictable path you once imagined.Instead, it’s wandered. Circled back. Started over more than once.That’s been true of my faith.I wasn’t a cradle Catholic. My early years were shaped by a loosely practiced Methodist faith—something present, but not deeply examined. It was…
The Long Way Home.. 