Free Ebook “Look Through My Window: Glimpses of God in a Mother’s Heart”

Happy Easter! To celebrate, I want to share my ebook with you for FREE this week. A collection of short reflections from the blog, Look Through My Window invites readers into my journey of finding the profound in the simple and the beauty in the mess. I'm also very excited to announce that Spirituality of … Continue reading Free Ebook “Look Through My Window: Glimpses of God in a Mother’s Heart”

Devotion in a Time of Pandemic

“If you want world peace, go home and love your family.” - Mother Teresa When I first stumbled across this quote several years ago, just a few months into my marriage, I found it comforting, inspiring, and even a little sentimental. “Is that all?” I remember thinking. “I feel like attaining world peace is much … Continue reading Devotion in a Time of Pandemic

Love in a Pile of Shoes

All of my shoes have been removed from my closet. They now sit in a pile at the foot of bed. My toddler, shoe relocation engineer, beams up at me with pride, handing me the last remaining shoe. And I'm surprised by what I feel. Not frustration about the mess, or preoccupation with the burden … Continue reading Love in a Pile of Shoes

An Empty House

I love the quiet, the stillness before the sun rises and little feet patter down the hall. This time is my gift to myself and to God. It is the time when the coffee is still hot and my soul is more contemplative than chaotic. This time is a treasure, bought with reluctant obedience to … Continue reading An Empty House

Dismantling the “Just a Mom” Myth

One of the hazards of bearing a baby bump is the avalanche of advice on how best to raise your children. Friends and strangers suddenly feel the impulse to touch you without warning and share harrowing stories of traumatic birth experiences. And they always want to know, “Are you going back to work?” For some … Continue reading Dismantling the “Just a Mom” Myth

Hearing God in Family Life

If I stop to slow down and pay attention, I do hear God's call, right in the middle of the clatter of dishes going back into the cupboards (when my husband puts them away, because, yet again, I was too tired).  The mission to love in this vocation is a series of simple choices, and hearing God's call is as easy as taking a moment to breathe in awareness of the purpose in my actions. Each small choice to care for our home and my family is the choice of love.  Each time I choose to set aside my own weariness to play with my baby or encourage my husband, in a small way, I mimic Christ's self-sacrifice on the cross.  And when I take the time to offer myself as gift to my loved ones, I enjoy the gift of love, of life fully lived. Resurrection dawns in my heart, and the beauty of this vocation outshines its difficulties.