The God Who Sees Me

The God Who Sees Me

The desert sun burned her face, the hot sand tore at her tired feet.  She staggered toward Egypt, hurt and angry, and, let’s face it, not altogether innocent.  And she had probably never felt more alone. In that moment of quiet desperation, God found her. Her name was...
Martha’s Many Things

Martha’s Many Things

I am a Mary at heart, a Martha by trade. Today’s feast of St. Martha has me thinking of both of them and the tug within each of us:  the longing for intimacy with God and the pressing needs of life.  I don’t need to repeat the story of the two sisters.  It...