Positively (Im)perfect

It's back. And betah then evah. [I hope you read that in your Arnold voice]. Yes, really--the 2018  Blessed is She Liturgical Planner  is officially here and available for pre-order! And hands-down, without a doubt, it is better than ever. Stunning, take-your-breath-away gorgeousness that you get to carry around every day. But let's let these gorgeous images speak for themselves, shall we? {I know, right? ALL the heart eyes}. It's all the best of last year's liturgical planner with gold foil gorgeousness {plus an added pocket in the back to hold notes and other goodies}. The planner runs from August, so it will arrive with perfect timing for those of you who bought last year's academic year planner which started in September. And just like last year's, this planner is chock full of the amazing features so many of us have loved this past year: monthly layout weekly layout an hourly layout for every single day place fo

Hey-o... Just chillin here on Easter Saturday, writing from the exact same place I started my Lent on Ash Wednesday... The sick bed. Yep, the same place of suffering, the same no-social-media isolation [only one day away from the end of my fast], the same slow, slow passage of idle hours when I crave the distraction of busyness--especially when there is SO much to be done in preparation for our celebration tomorrow. Aside from my mounting chronic illness woes, I've been fairly free of communicable junk since that fateful Wednesday some 40 odd days ago. Until yesterday. I'm sure it's no coincidence that I am here. Again. [Seriously, God?] Ironically, I waxed poetic just the other day about Jesus proving that He is actively with me in such moments as these, and worse...because I finally shut up and let Him show me . I offered myself anew, even as I felt like the crud was coming on yesterday, thinking, "I can do this with You, Jesus. I will suffe

It was a theme that had haunted me for awhile. A well-intentioned spiritual exercise, recommended by friends and mentors alike--spiritual sages who had all experienced the same need to bring meaning to a situation or a moment in time. "Ask Jesus to show you where He was in that moment." The suggestion, scrawled across the pages of my journal in months past and stamped into my brain as it continued to cross my path, it struck me as a worthy idea, a beautiful practice... ...for someone else. I had approached this sacred practice with eager carelessness, immediately posing the pointed question. "Yeah, where were You?" But I only succeeded in opening a Pandora's box. It seemed that the few times I tried to place Christ at the scene of one of those difficult moments in my life--the moments that brought me to a place of blinding fear or anxiety, the times rife with suffering--my intellect could certainly roll its eyes and tell me that of course