Crooked Altars
(originally written from a previous blog in March 2014)
Last month, I had the opportunity to get away and spend some much needed time alone with God at the Holy Family Shrine. More often than not, when I let too much time lapse between these get-togethers, I’m slapped with the reality of how utterly exhausted I feel. Ever been there? When my ears are pierced with a resounding silence, I find myself flopping down in the pew…my body caving in to the beating of busyness I put it through – limbs growing heavy and I can barely hold my head up. At right about that awkward phase where I contemplate curling up into a sleepy ball (because we all know the coolest way God speaks is through dreams, right??) or pushing through it, His word comes gently,