Exhausted

Exhausted

My alarm began the morning ring and I mechanically reached over to silence the reminder to get up. I lay in bed a few more moments aware that so much of me felt weary. I wish I bounded out of bed at the sound of my alarm feeling energized, but instead lately, I crawl...
Weary

Weary

Sunday marked the beginning of Advent – the weeks of waiting leading to Christmas. I took some time to notice the state of my soul upon entering this special season of anticipation and preparation. I recognized that I felt weary. As I looked forward to the...
Weary

Weary

Grace St. Catherine lives with predictability. She loves to pounce in the snow chasing snowballs. Ice cubes tend to be a desirable evening treat. Pawing a tennis ball under the TV table offers much hide and seek delight. Meals and snacks always begin with prayer. And,...