Faith blooms like my winter snapdragon — not because the season is kind, but because the Word is near.
Category Archives: Catholic Rural Life
First Sunday of Advent
Wake up, O Church—before the floodlight of Christ reveals what we refused to see. Let our lamps burn clean this Advent, and may the truth we feared at dawn become the light that guides us home.
Saturday of the Thirty-fourth Week in Ordinary Time
Spirit aching, dawn undone, yet still I rise and face the sun. Two days dark, no Mass in sight—still I choose the Advent light.
Friday of the Thirty-fourth Week in Ordinary Time
The bells rang — but the chapel stayed dark; Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John calling out to a flock still waiting for truth. Until we tear down what hides our wounds, no dawn will break across this Diocese.
Thanksgiving Day
Nala slips through shadows like a secret I’d rather ignore—yet still her pawprints expose what my heart wants to hide. So I turn back, like the healed Samaritan,
to give thanks for the God who cleanses what I’d leave unseen
and calls me home to truth, not pretense.
Wednesday of the Thirty-fourth Week in Ordinary Time
“An owl cries judgment in the branches, warning those who claim ‘persecution’—yet Christ still stands with the wounded ones,
and perseverance turns victims into prophets.”