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Reflections of Family and Faith

"The family that prays together stays together." - Venerable Patrick Peyton

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CatholicMom

Welcome the Outsider

The attitude of each and every parishioner affects the atmosphere of each individual parish. It is not just the priest who sets the tone.

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CatholicMom

The Night I Prayed the Rosary with a Soon-to-be-Saint

I thought it would be a good time to share one of my most treasured moments praying the Rosary – the night I was privileged to pray with a then-soon-to-be-on-the-path-to sainthood, devout man of God, the Venerable Father Patrick Peyton.

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CatholicMom

Your Smile is Your Ministry

I have had a few of these days. Days that were so scary or sad that I was on the verge of tears the whole day. Those are the days that going out into public is really hard. Those are the days that smiling is really hard. People have no idea what is going on in your life. They say “how was your weekend?” but they really don’t want to know the answer unless it is an uplifting answer.

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CatholicMom

Five Ways to Find Joy

I have found that two streams can run through one’s life simultaneously — one, a deep current of sadness, the other a bubbling spring of joy. But I admit that I have often found myself overwhelmed by the stream of heartache and have taken for granted the glimpses of joy that can be found on an otherwise dreary day.

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CatholicMom

Who Needs God When Life is Good?

I’ve been there. Life is sailing along. Sure, there are some bumps in the road here and there but nothing traumatic. Congratulations, you’re winning at life!

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CatholicMom

The Gift of Availability

I sat at the kitchen counter, twirling a pen, my calendar open before me.

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