"Dad, what are you doing? "I'm trimming this branch so the whole bush will look like a dove in several years." I had just gotten home. Fourth-grade in a new school was grueling. "Dad, what happened to our roses?" "Well..." he said slowly. "They were so pretty... white ones, yellow ones, red ones, my favorite was the yellow with red edges," I prattled on. "You know how Mom went to the doctor the other day." I nodded, suddenly noticing how slow he spoke. "They said she was alle

Each person has their own special memorable day. For instance, a birthday is the day we give thanks to God for the gift of life. As...

It’s a celebration of you as the only person in the world with a particular unrepeatable set of DNA, a medley of personality quirks, and...

My whole interior soul and exterior body were shaken like an electric line striking me; it was the same experience I received at Confirmation. I knew then, I met Him.