Somewhere on the Journey

So I'm trying to do a short daily blog on the Magnificat Year of Faith companion. I am writing it to and with my family on a private site, but decided to share here as well... This is from the introduction which was taken from Benedict's Apostolic Letter "Porta Fidei" the lines in Italics are his and the rest is mine. enjoy Faith grows when it is lived as an experience of love received and when it is communicated as an experience of grace and joy. I feel like the first place I did experience love received was in my family.  I hope that I will also be able to communicate that experience to my children as grace and joy.  I loved going to Church, probably that had to do with the promise of candy from Judy Schneider, (James I know you loved the candy :) ) but I know it wasn't only that.  I remember laying on Dad's shoulder and feeling so safe and special that he was holding me and the great anticipation of Christmas mass and the beautiful music.  The ca...

CWhile I may not have it all together, but really who does, I mean only the Blessed Mother really was the perfect house wife.  I'm not her, but as I have been stuck in my house for the last three winters (thank you to my precious preemies for keeping me there!)  I have learned some tricks to keeping myself sane and even finding two seconds to do other things...I'm not sure what those things are right now but I'm sure they are projects or other cleaning tasks that I will get to somewhere down the road here. Anyway, dinner...it comes every night beckoning like finals on a daily basis, and many days I find myself cramming like a college freshmen and producing what most cramming does, mediocrity.  Now mediocrity is not something I like to be known for and at one point in my life many people thought I could cook.  This praise and position have not served me well.  I married an Italian, who is the son of an Italian, who is the son of someone off the real island of S...