By Ann O’Malley 8 am. My phone rings. It’s Mom. Uh-oh. She doesn’t usually call this early in the day. Is it good news or bad? Bad. Very bad. She’s having a total meltdown. Up until now, I can only…
A few weeks ago I arrived at the startling age of 89. It seems unreal. My body is bent and twisted, and moving around much depends on the day. Yet, inside my head, I still feel as if I were…
Come to Me, all (you) who labor/are weary and burdened/heavy-laden, and I will give you rest. Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For My…
For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the…