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

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11/30/2012

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Lizzie

I would totally do something like falling off the treadmill and scarring myself for life. If I ever bothered to exercise.

Yes. Hope. Our stocking holders spell hope. It is a constant theme in my life...not that I'm good at it.

Steph

I could read your God stuff all day long, so keep writing!

Running is to be celebrated: 5 mins, 15 mins, 30 mins, 500 mins! All of it is running, so go you!!!!

I love that song! And I have had to remind myself to not close my eyes while driving! :)

Thanks for your prayers!!

Hillary

So, this is kind of out of left field, but we went to see Rise of the Guardians last night with the boys. The idea of that movie is that these guardians work for the Man in the Moon to protect hope and wonder and joy for children, and really for the world. It was OK -- better than most kids' movies. But as we're sitting watching it, I just kept thinking how so much of the secular world tries to find meaning in something that is not God, head of Religion, but still is, basically, God. I'm not entirely sure of my point here, but it just seems to me that we'd all be a lot happier, the world would be a lot kinder, if we could all admit there's something in us that yearns for a Protector of things like hope.

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