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    Learning to hear God’s voice

    It’s quieter than I could have possibly imagined, and surprisingly it sounds nothing like my own. I have a confession that will surprise no one: I am not very good at prayer. Yet. Or rather, I am not very good at making time for it, continuing to work at it, and accepting the decidedly unromantic reality that it mainly consists of persistent, repeated acts of the will over time. For many, many years following my reversion to the Faith, I simply assumed that mine was not an overly emotional relationship with my Creator. In fact, I’ve been known to refer…

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    The freedom to choose life

    A woman who is legally free to procure an abortion is not more free, but less; her circumstance are instantly tried, sentenced, and executed by the court of public opinion, almost from the moment of conception. The…

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    Summer Summery

    I almost titled this post a midsummer night’s scream so, you’re welcome. The “baby” did wake up about eleventy times last night, however, so I would have been justified in so doing. Also, hi, hello. I’ve all…

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    Felony most fowl

    Gosh you guys, I think the hardest thing about getting back into a regular blogging schedule is going to be the title crafting. Headlines have always been a real Achilles heel for me because gosh darn it…