In the Highlands
Once again, I find myself on Prince Edward Island. It’s surreal to be back. Everything is very familiar: the red dirt, the rolling countryside, the water, the people, as if I never left. And yet I feel...
View ArticleAmo te
He sits on rocks where before him is nothing, nothing but the drifting fog that has always veiled the highlands. His feet, bound in deerskin, dangle over the crag. As the eagle cries overhead, his old...
View ArticleBlood
Blood. Blood is always present when love reaches its climax, its fullest expression: husband and wife becoming one, mother laboring to give birth, Christ on the cross. And yet not everyone is called to...
View ArticleRainbow Valley
The children led me deep into the faerie kingdom of Prince Edward Island. Rainbow Valley, they call it. Beyond the crumbling cement slabs of the Broken Portal, following the creek that divides the...
View ArticleInsignificance
Insignificance to be saint for Him We are called to be fruitful, but also little. How can I do much good without much pomp? Seeds. Seeds are little, very little, but have the power to transform the...
View ArticleLoneliness
Loneliness to be home with Him Yes, I have been blessed to call many places home . . . and yet something in me knows they are not home—I merely call them such, because they remind me of the place where...
View ArticlePoverty
Poverty to be crowned by Him We are all blind until we are poor. I find the world is slipping through my fingers, like dust, as I lift my hands to Him. But I do not relinquish what is finite to remain...
View ArticleInsecurity
Insecurity to be rooted in Him I am a writer. We artists are known to stand on shifting sands; one day it is feast, the next it is famine. Is it foolishness to pursue what we love, what we feel called...
View ArticleA Rule of Life
Insecurity to be rooted in Him — Poverty to be crowned by Him — Loneliness to be home with Him — Insignificance to be saint for Him Read more ... The post A Rule of Life appeared first on Catholic...
View ArticleRadiant
She was the most beautiful bride I’ve ever seen. My sister, gowned in lace, flowers adorning her hair. My sister, tall and elegant, processing up the aisle. My sister, a princess being offer by the...
View ArticleIn the Space Between
In the space between emotional highs and emotional lows, that is where you discover the Lord’s will. For the highs may sweep you away, like a torrent over a cliff, and the lows may suffocate you, like...
View ArticleA New Day
We go down to sleep, knowing a new day awaits us. Night is not eternal. But it must come for there to be day. Snow has fallen and will continue to fall. Summer is lost to us; winter marches onward, its...
View ArticleSimplicity
Simplicity does not necessarily mean a cabin in the woods (especially since a cabin in the woods is not always possible). I believe simplicity is finding the One in all. Yes, it is to find His face in...
View ArticleWake Up
One day, the world will wake up screaming. It has created a nightmare from which it does not yet desire to escape, because it does not yet realize it is trapped in darkness. Light is a distant sphere,...
View ArticleMushrooms
I was walking with my eyes on the way before me. Moss compressed beneath my feet and tickled my palms where it had spread to cloak the trees. Leaves ruddy with autumn were scattered through the forest...
View ArticleA Hopeless Romantic
Our God is a romantic—truly, a hopeless romantic. We know this by creation: sea creatures that glow electric blue when touched by night, Everest rising ragged above all else, a sky awash with a...
View ArticleAmon and the Bricks
Amon lives in a shrine, and his name means builder. His hair no longer glints as a raven’s wing does in the sunlight, for age and wisdom have revealed themselves. When his hair was black and his back...
View ArticleOne Soul
We live in a world that rates success by quantity: How much money have I made? How many people know my name? How big is my house? Even we as Christians fall into this thinking: How many devotions am I...
View ArticleMemories
Even when I was a child, I knew my childhood was good. A yellow farmhouse, forts, milking, horses, a cabin by the lake, traveling, imagination—I loved it in the moment. But now that I am an adult and...
View ArticleThe Gravity
This life is merely the blink of an eye, but the gravity of the blink is far greater than the blink itself. I believe the eye is in the moment before it will open; we are in darkness. What will the...
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