There’s a quiet kind of wisdom that only arrives when we slow down—when we stop trying to be efficient, productive, purposeful, and simply waste a little time. Not in a careless way, but in a soul‑restoring way. The kind of slowing that lets the heart breathe again.
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Christ’s peace rarely arrives as a thunderclap. More often, it comes as glimpses. In small, lived moments of faith, hope, and love that shimmer through our ordinary days. They’re not abstractions; they’re experiences. A breath that steadies us. A kindness that surprises us. A whisper that reminds us we are held.
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Over the past few years, I’ve been being drawn to the richness of cultural diversity more than ever before. These colors, languages, wisdom traditions, and ways of seeing the world stretch far beyond my own upbringing.
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Some nights at our Peace of Heaven lake home feel like a deep breath for my soul. Away from the city’s glow, the sky stretches out in every direction, wide, quiet, and endless. The stars don’t just shine; they open something in me. Standing beneath that vast canopy, I feel my heart expand in ways it never does under streetlights and schedules.
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The doorway into the spiritual life is always humility. Not the self‑shrinking kind, not humiliation, but the clear‑eyed willingness to meet our need face to face. Every place where we feel small, tired, insufficient, or overwhelmed becomes the very threshold where God enters.
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Every one of us carries ideas sometimes beautiful, sometimes inherited, sometimes unexamined about what the Creator wants from us. That’s part of being human. But trouble begins when we claim to possess God’s only true intentions for all humanity and then use that claim to reject or exclude others. In those moments, we begin to resemble the very cadre of Pharisees Jesus confronted so sharply.
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When I was praying with Scripture on the recent memorial of Saints Martha, Mary, and Lazarus, one small line stopped me in my tracks: “Jesus entered a village, where a woman named Martha welcomed him into her home.”
(Luke 10:38)
The story of Saints Martha, Mary, and Lazarus is endlessly rich for contemplation. We often remember Martha as the one who was fretful when Jesus came to dinner, busy, distracted, pulled in many directions. Mary, by contrast, sat at the Lord’s feet, choosing what Jesus called the “better part.”
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Every now and then, I come across a reflection that doesn’t just inform me, it rearranges something inside me. This week, I read a reflection by Richard Rohr about how Jesus engaged with his own Scriptures, and it struck a deep chord. It named something that is a given but I never quite thought about much: Jesus was formed by Scripture, yet he refused to be confined by the parts that did not reflect the heart of God.
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This year, I’ve been rediscovering the quiet joy of reading simply for pleasure. For so long, my attention has leaned toward learning, formation, and deepening my relationship with God. But lately, something in my inner landscape has shifted drawing me toward more wonder, more spaciousness, more of what stirs the flames of desire in my own heart.
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Smitten With Goodness 