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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I'm a lurker, not a commenter.
However, I love reading this blog (and your other blog, and your tiny letter), and now I really sound like a stalker... before this becomes even more awkward, Merry Christmas!
I've always wanted to go to Urbana, I hope you have a wonderful time, and please post about it?

Prayers and blessings for you and your family in the new year.


This post made me smile, for a lot of reasons. First, your description of your NDCF experiences sounded pretty identical to mine, except we did it on Fridays while everyone else was out getting drunk. Then we'd have Christian music dance parties near those drunk people and they'd think WE were drunk, but no...just crazy for Jesus! I had a very good friend who was the token Catholic in our group, and I absolutely love your description of how people saw you. Very true for him too. It was a wonderful dynamic, though, in the end. That was the first time I saw a Catholic who had a fire for Jesus quite like that. And, as a cradle Lutheran, my time in the NDCF was my first realization that the relationship was THE most important part of faith. That quote above is amazing and could be applied to almost any denomination/church that's gotten a bit old and stodgy. I had a wonderful pastor for my entire childhood, but I realized when I went to college that some pieces were missing. He had good intentions, but his message didn't quite resonate with young people and the church suffered in the long run. When my parents left that church due to politics, they couldn't believe the whole other side of their faith that they never really knew existed. It saddened me to realize just how limited things were for them for so long, but I am so happy they have been able to progress in their faith since the change. Now if only I could recapture the passion I had back in college...


Merry Christmas, Maggie! I will be praying for your time at Urbana.

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