The Stain

In the dream, I was a little girl again scrubbing a stain on the linoleum. On hands and knees, I scoured the inky blot as an unseen figure stood over me. Forced at the task until the sickening discoloration disappeared, I kept my head down as my tears mingled with the blackness of the blot. Each time I awoke, I …

Failure to Pray for World Issues

Holy Father,   Thank You for Your kind and gentle words regarding my weak faith. Sometimes, I wonder how You can be so patient – especially when my sins continue to revolve around the same issues year after year.   I confess to You that my thoughts haven’t been on trust, but on worry. I’ve worried about Ebola, our government, …