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…

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. …

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…

I once dated a man who said he didn’t tithe. Frankly, it was a massive turnoff. Even during the most difficult of times, I have contributed my widow’s pence. This young man told me he “didn’t see the point.” I didn’t really either until last year, honestly. But I wonder…

So my theory about the car accidents is that my guardian angel saved my butt a few times because I hadn’t loved God well enough, pursued Him passionately enough, clung to Him tightly enough. I used to pray to my angel by wrote. My prayer life at those times was…