Rejoice, you righteous, in the LORD; praise from the upright is fitting. Give thanks to the LORD on the harp; on the ten-stringed lyre offer praise. Sing to him a new song; skillfully play with joyful chant. For the LORD’s word is upright; all his works are trustworthy. He loves…

If you seek God in the every day… Open up your eyes and look around you… Passing a bus stop on a sunny day, I see a Millennial Man with long lanky hair, And I see a Boomer Woman with short gray hair, I wonder what they speak of, sitting there, This mismatched pair. I have a theory… Do you want to hear me? I rather suspect… I really rather think… In fact, I might tentatively posit… They are talking of God.

Get it, girl! Never stop pushin’ him Never stop datin’ him Never stop playin’ with him Never stop debatin’ him Never stop leadin’ him on Never stop cheerin’ him on Never stop prayin’ for him Never stop lovin’ him Never stop prayin’ with him “The family that prays together stays together” Never, but never, stop going to church together… It takes two to tango, you know ;)

Assuming you want to get serious about the spiritual life… and you do NOT want to be constantly snared by the PLACES-G demons… it might be a good time to take a look at the opposing virtues. Apparently, you should pray for the opposing virtue you need. I’ve never heard about this before but…pretty cool.

Sunshine filtering through morning curtains Breathe in, breathe out Get both feet on the floor Why are there so many bouncy small humans outside my door? Oh. Right. Thank the Lord. Eleven head of niblings so far… The rest of sleep has made a mess of my hair. Turn around. Tidying the mess of sheets brings rest to my brain. A tiny corner of order in chaotic times. Never neglect those morning prayers…

I pointed out to my boo early on: there are two kinds of ecstasy in this life. To worship God in spirit and in truth…and the latter, which you, reader, are probably much more familiar with than I, the Virgin with Viriliter. Thus, I go to Mass as frequently as…

Oooooook, so Wolf Cub #5 (the nun — so peaceful we packed her off to the convent) asked me to share the story about the second time I heard the voice of God. That…well that is a really not-fun story about Genevieve and the Seven Deadly Demons absolutely savaging her…

“People HATE Catholics, Genevieve,” the mater would intone dramatically along with the Latin prayers growing up, and then wonders why her daughters struggle massively with anxiety. This is (no disrespect to my mother) potentially the stupidest thing of all time to tell your kids if you want them to continue…

“Patience is a virtue, Genevieve,” the mater would intone, pulling the fun books out of my hands so I would do the boring books, which is how the Greeks and Romans and I first got acquainted. She used to hide my library books so I would do homework. It felt like cruel and unusual punishment. My childhood was spent mostly swallowing pages…I’ve probably read thousands. So. Reader. Whatever you are waiting for…