WELCOME! Here is my not-terribly-eloquent attempt to grow closer to God via... blogging. Unfortunately for you, I'm not sure what that means either. I guess we'll find out!

I'm 30 years old, married to an IT Guy and a stay-at-home-mom to two spectacularly gorgeous children. While we attend Mass on Sunday mornings, I spend the entirety of the Eucharistic Prayer focused on making sure the baby uses her crayons on the bulletin, not the pew

You can read more about me at Mighty Maggie and more about my Catholic and not-so-Catholic background on the Official About Page. Thanks for visiting!

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If we were perfect, why would we need God? It is BECAUSE of my imperfection that God loves me. In fact, don't we love others (including our spouses), in part, similarly - that we are the person that "gets" them, that we are the one, blessed by God, that knows exactly what to do for them - ? That we can relate to each other and support through our imperfections? I know I don't want to be married to someone who's perfect! I also keep thinking of a quote as I write this...it goes something like, "There's a crack in everything / that's how the light gets in." I like being imperfect, cracked, and able to accept (read: desiring) God's love for me.


Yuck. Fighting with Matt is The Worst. And of course I swear it's 100 times worse since I'm the control freak who wants things tidy and organized, yet complains about having to constantly pick up after everyone. While he's working his tail off to not just pay for our food and clothes and mortgage, but now we are right in the midst of a $35,000 Landscaping project. Matt is taking off this morning to paint a friend's house and won't be back for 3 days. Three days in which I will be doing a lot of praying since I was the one who ruined our date night by asking why he's been such a grump.
Maggie, you are not alone. Marriage is strenuous, hard work.

The Sojourner

Your religion blog totally blows me away almost every time you post. Just so you know. And I read a lot of religious blogs.

No, you're not the only one.

And, to reiterate, I think the last line of your post changed my life or something equally dramatic.


I love the title song, btw. :-)


I know what you mean, except my husband is the energetic, clean one. My secret fear is that one day he'll decide I'm just not enough. It's stressful. I try not to think about it.

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