Last Minute Gifts

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Last Minute Gifts

by Paula Veloso Babadi

I am sure you have heard stories of faithful Catholics who have experienced the sweetness of our Spiritual Mother’s presence. I grew up in a family that said the Rosary almost every evening, with parents who were devoted to Mary. Still, as I left home for college and later started my own family, unlike my parents and sisters, I did not keep up that tradition. It took a while on my spiritual journey to understand how much Our Lady loves us and how eager she is to give us gifts that bring us closer to her Son.

Over thirty years ago, when one of my sisters relayed that she was going to Conyers, Georgia, where a housewife, Nancy Fowler, was reportedly receiving messages from Our Lady, she suggested it was not too late to meet up there with the rest of my family. I didn’t think it would be possible to get time off so quickly, but miraculously, I was granted vacation days and rushed home to prepare for the almost 350-mile trip. I wondered how on Earth I would find a place to stay or my family in a crowd of thousands. It was the days before GPS and cell phones.

“A great portent appeared in heaven: a woman clothed with the sun, with the moon under her feet, and on her head a crown of twelve stars.”—Revelations 12:1

People flocked to Conyers to witness the wonders occurring there, and after what seemed like an eternity of “No Vacancy” signs, I found a place to stay the night. The next day, miraculously again, I found my parents and two sisters amid a sea of people gathered in a muddy field. With oohs and aahs, the crowd was taken in by the sun playing in the sky and a blue light bearing the resemblance of the Blessed Mother’s outline hovering among nearby trees—except me. I didn’t see what my family and everyone else seemed to have seen. How could I have missed it? Am I too skeptical?

“Then the disciples came to Jesus privately and said, ‘Why could we not cast it out?’ He said to them, ‘Because of your little faith. For truly I tell you, if you have faith the size of a mustard seed, you will say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move; and nothing will be impossible for you.’”—Matthew 17:19–21

When the Rosary and other prayers finished, and people started joyously leaving the field, I was downtrodden. We approached the small farmhouse where Nancy Fowler had been kneeling inside, and I lingered as my parents and sisters moved ahead toward the parking area.

“I believe you were here, Mary, but I’m sad, I didn’t see your signs,” I said. “Please let me experience your presence.” People walked by, and with each one who passed me, I could smell perfume.  I finally stopped one young woman: “Are you wearing perfume?”

“No.” 

The scent continued; it was the sweet smell of roses, just like the heirlooms in my father’s garden.  

I ran to catch up with my parents.  “Did you smell roses when you walked by the farmhouse?”

“No.”

I broke down crying and told them what happened, at which they hugged me and said Our Lady had given me a gift.  Our Blessed Mother is ready to carry us closer to her Divine Son and to protect and console us in troubled times. 

When I arrived in Conyers, I was mildly doubtful, slightly hopeful after seeing the crowds in awe, and overcome with gratitude when I received such consolation at the slightest movement toward belief. People far more devout than I can attest to the beauty of devotion to Mary and the fruits of dedication to daily Rosaries.

Over the years, I became more mindful of praying the Rosary, but I wasn’t consistent.  As I remembered that gift so many years ago, just before Lent, I am committing to say the Rosary every day, just as we did when I was a child.

Copyright 2026 Paula Veloso Babadi

Edited by Gabriella Batel

Photo by ClickerHappy-3678 at Pexels

Divine Calm in Life’s Storms

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We encounter many kinds of storms as we journey through this world. For some, they are more destructive than for others. We naturally react with fear, and worry, and anger over why it must be this way. God knows we are passing through a fallen world, and He asks us to try and see things as He does, or to trust that He is in control and will guide us all the way.

As a psychotherapist, I work with clients who live in nursing homes. An elderly man, whom I will call Alex, recently said to me, “I grew up in a household of abuse, and I learned how to find peace as a result.”

Alex spoke of sustained years of physical abuse by his mother towards him, and to a lesser extent toward his younger brother. Alex learned over time to recognize how his mother was ill and wounded, that her battle was an inner one, and not truly aimed at or caused by him. With a series of questions and comments, I sought to deepen the exploration of how he had arrived at such a penetrating understanding.

“For a period of five years when I was growing up,” Alex said, “we had many soldiers who were returning from WWII stay with us at our house. They were each going to study at a Catholic seminary in Boston so they could become priests. Each one of them had seen battle and many horrors, and now each one of them wanted to serve God and serve others.”

“They could see that my mother was not in control of herself, and they would make it a point to take me and my brother out for walks. They would talk to us about the things they had seen and learned in battle.”

“I knew my mother was also in a battle and it was not really about me,” he continued. “I was a kind of collateral damage of her own damage.”

“I think that they helped me to see that I could find peace in myself even if I was in the midst of a battle. I mean, I don’t think that was what they meant, or what they were trying to say. They were just trying to get on with their lives, you know.”

“What I really believe is that God had touched me and sent me these soldiers to help me learn. They made such a difference for me.”

Alex offered examples of how he had been able to stay calm and avoid conflicts with peers in his adolescence, and also when he served in the Army.  Time and again others seemed annoyed, as well as mystified, by his peacefulness. “I think I was given a touch of the Divine, and I think that helped me to connect with a bit of that ‘peace that exceeds understanding,’ as it says in the Bible.” (1)

Over many years, I have worked with a great number of clients who have endured, or who are now enduring, the most severe types of life storms: disease, disfigurement, disability, abuse, abandonment, and countless disappointments, all dripping like raindrops from the branches of a barren and lonely tree.

Innumerable times, I have asked clients undergoing severe storms, “How do you survive? How do you cope?” More than ninety percent of the time, the person points an index finger upwards and says, “God.”

The providence of God surrounds all of the battles and storms of life, and He has placed a “touch of the Divine” in the deepest recess of our heart. We don’t reach that inner calm through the practice of human techniques, but by keeping our heart open even while caught in a storm, so that He might shelter and guide us, in His way. When a new storm intrudes into our life, we might wrongly assume it will now always be this way. But even though storms will arrive, they will also pass away, or we might simply find adequate bits of shelter and moments of peace to help us manage.

(1) “Let your gentle spirit be known to all people. The Lord is near. Do
not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and pleading with
thanksgiving, let your requests be known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses
all comprehension, will guard your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus.’ (Philippians 4: 5-7)

Passing Gloom

Rain clouds rush in,
racing crowds from afar,
a meteor isobar.
Sky ripped wide with spears of fire.
Frightened eyes steal a secret peek,
To see who makes this darkness dire.

A towering titan appears to loom over startled rooms.
Drums of doom and fractured light
Send birds away in frightened flight.

Gone as quick as came,
The world outside seems the same.
Darkness breaks apart,
Bright sparkles everywhere dart.

Fragrant breezes flower with verdant bloom.
Gripped fears ease, dispelling passing gloom.

copyright 2026 Tom Medlar

A snowy forest where a dog stops to look back at its own tracks where birds are grazing.

Powering Down and Listening Up

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Nature imparts the most beautiful noise to lull us into sweet silence. A leaf gently falling through branches to land softly among other leaves. The crunch of sparkly snow under a footfall. The snoring of your dog, curled up in his bed, during an afternoon nap. The early coo of the Mourning Dove and unexpected “chip, chip, chip” of a Cardinal all soften the edges of daily noise.

It’s the ugly noise we all want to escape: the sirens, the gossip, the nagging of bosses, the tattling of employees, the earsplitting horn of the driver behind you, the whining of children you don’t even know, the cursing for reasons that have nothing to do with you, the unceasingly shrill blabbing from all types of media … on it continues like demons on both shoulders yapping into your ears.

You just want to hear the silence. You just want to hear God’s voice.

Mother Teresa said, “God is the friend of silence.”¹ “We need to find God, and He cannot be found in noise and restlessness,”¹ she said.

If we spend all year wondering why God doesn’t answer our questions with clear direction and guidance, why do we expect to hear it during Lent by attempting to give up a vice and meat on Fridays? We don’t hear God not because He isn’t speaking to us, but because we can’t hear Him in the noise. Simply being in Lent isn’t going to cut it.

How can we overcome the noise and the restlessness to get to the point of hearing God speaking to us?

The desert mothers, ascetics of the early centuries, wrote and spoke of the value and necessity of silence and understood very well the demons that impede the goal. We have many steps to take to achieve the sweetness of silence. “Desert spirituality understood that the inner journey was one of warfare. Any weapon might be used against the seeker.”²

Know your demons.

We are all fighting demons. For some it’s substance abuse. For some, it’s dependence on others. Some need to shop  or be the center of attention. Others live in some kind of fear. That cold bottle of soda with its refreshing bubbles can be mighty stress-relieving during tense moments. Regardless, we are all fighting a greater fight.

Stop being the noise.

Unless you are in court, you don’t need to defend yourself. If you are in court, you pay lawyers to do so. Amma Theodora, a desert mother said, “A devout person happened to be insulted by someone, and replied, ‘I could say as much to you, but the commandment of God keeps my mouth shut.'” ² Do you need to contribute to every discussion? When a smile and nod will suffice, don’t add anything more.

Find the rhythm.

Have you ever fallen asleep to a loud movie? It isn’t necessarily because you’re so tired you can sleep through anything. Your body, on some level, has found the rhythm of the movie that the director created through the actors’ cadence, storyline flow, sound effects, and other nuances. Did the commercials wake you? They have disturbed the movie’s rhythm for you. Comforting sounds don’t come just from nature. Our bodies attune to a familiar pattern. We don’t hear the hum of a computer or the refrigerator’s motor until it stops or changes its sound. We turn on the fan in the summer, not just to keep us cool, but because its continuous whirring makes for a soothing composition. Lent comes early this year. Ash Wednesday falls on February 19 (Easter is April 5.)  Begin now. Practice filtering out the noise and finding the rhythm that moves us into silence and hearing God’s voice.

1. Hetzel, Whitney, “Why Silence Should Be Your Priority This Lent.” Good Catholic
(blog). Last modified January 14, 2025. https://www.goodcatholic.com/why-silence-should-be-your-priority-this-lent/.

2. Laura Swan, The Forgotten Dessert Mothers: Sayings, Lives, and Stories of
Early Christian Women. (New York/Mahway, NJ: Paulist Press, 2001), 48, 66.

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© Copyright 2026 by Mary McWilliams

Edited by Rietta Parker

The Shepherd’s Pie: The Gift of Giving

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The Shepherd’s Pie: The Gift of Giving

“A slice of hope to raise faithful kids.”

This uplifting, ecumenical show uses engaging conversations and fun entertainment reviews to offer positive insights and media resources for families and youth leaders. We discuss current issues that impact young people at home, in school, and in the world today.

In this episode of The Shepherd’s Pie, Antony Barone Kolenc speaks with Sheila Cronin about the importance of giving gifts, especially during
the upcoming holiday season, and we discuss her novel, The Gift Counselor.

 

 

Check out other episodes of The Shepherd’s Pie.

 

Copyright 2025 Antony Barone Kolenc

From Grief Through Mourning

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Last year, I could not do it. This year I did.

In the Catholic Church, the month of November begins with two consecutive liturgies that honor our beloved dead, The Solemnity of All Saints and the Commemoration of All Souls.

We always hope that departed family members and friends might be celebrating the first feast with us, already among the saints in heaven. We trust that our prayers will help to console and sustain any loved ones who might, this year, still remain in purgatory.

It takes most people a long time to establish their ‘new normal’ after a family member’s or close friend’s death.

In my parish, one of these opportunities is a Mass of Remembrance offered each year on the Saturday morning before All Saints Day. A candle is provided for each family to place around the altar when their loved one’s name is proclaimed, and these candles are lit for each mass through the month of November

Last year, the 2024 Mass of Remembrance was scheduled just ten days after my husband’s funeral. With a sincere intention, I had placed his name on the list.

But when that Saturday morning arrived, I found myself still too exhausted from his sudden, unexpected death, the need to transport his remains from another state, and managing to stay functional — with help from close family and friends — for the funeral.

Last year, another dear friend stepped up to carry Charles’ Mass of Remembrance candle for me. This year I was able to carry it myself.

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Beyond Catholic parishes’ roles in helping to organize funeral liturgies and hospitality, many also offer valuable longer-term support options, to help families survive devastating grief and manage the psychological challenges that always accompany any great loss.

We are all unique creations of God, and every person’s grief process is unique. So, I want to briefly share two more long-term support options offered by the grief ministry in my parish.

What has served me best might not be right for you. Likewise, parts of these programs that did not most resonate with me, might be just right for you.

I include them here because I believe they offer a range of valuable options to meet a variety of needs for different mourners.

The first is a year-long series of booklets, +/- 40 pp. each, written by Kenneth C. Hauck and published by Stephen Ministries in 2004. Entitled  A Time to Grieve, Experiencing Grief, Finding Hope and Healing, and Rebuilding and Remembering. These were mailed to me quarterly after my late husband’s funeral, as gifts from my parish.

Because I am an introverted person who normally reads and writes alone, I appreciated the freedom to digest these words of wisdom privately, and on my own schedule. The quarterly mailing time frame felt just right, too.

For those who feel more enthusiastic than I do about watching videos and participating in weekly discussion groups, another excellent support option offered by my parish is titled Grieving with Great Hope.

Meditation Journal written by John O’Shaughnessy, Sandy O’Shaughnessy, and Fr. John Riccardo,
part of the Grieving with Great Hope parish program, published by Good Mourning Ministry, Inc.

This program includes a series of videos, and small discussion groups with fellow mourners from your own parish. Ordinarily, those who join this program are in closely similar time periods after a loss.

The program includes a journal published by John and Sandy O’Shaughnessy, with Contributing Writer Fr. John Riccardo, as part of Good Mourning Ministry, Inc.

Of the resources offered by this ministry, I’ve personally found silent meditation and private writing, with the suggested journal

reflections, to be the most helpful. But I have also witnessed the benefits gleaned by others, from watching the videos and participating in discussion groups.

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At the Mass of Remembrance on October 25, 2025, my deceased husband’s date of passing was the longest elapsed. I had been prepared beforehand, by our deacon’s gentle and compassionate wife, to hear his name called first and to face the empty altar alone.

As I bowed before the altar I tried to discern, among all the candle holders so lovingly arranged, where might be Charles’ place. The Holy Spirit led me to a place on the side by my accustomed pew, when I sing with the funeral choir, near the altar and close under the crucifix.

While a total of almost forty names were called, I prayed for each soul, and watched each family approach the deacon to receive their candles.

Charles’ light had to hold his mountain alone, for a long time. I began to wonder, who will God send, to occupy that spot beside him?

About three-quarters of the way through the list, I heard the name of a dear friend, mentor, and fellow funeral choir member. She and her late husband had coordinated our county-wide nursing home citizen-visitor ministry throughout their long retirement years. I had been a part of that ministry.

I watched Janet’s four children — none of whom I had ever met — come up to receive their candle, and bow. I could feel them doing their own discernment.

When they came over, to place Janet’s candle next to Charles, I could almost hear her saying, “Don’t worry, Margaret. I’ll look after him myself.”

***

Wherever any of you may be in your own grief journeys, no matter who you might be mourning this November, please know that I am

Author meditating on the candles, after Mass of Remembrance at St. Theresa of the Child Jesus Catholic Church, Des Moines, Iowa, October 25, 2025.

praying for you.

I ask your continuing prayers for me, too.

This will be my last CWG column for a while. I need a brief sabbatical; to continue dealing with the massive changes I’ve experienced

over the past fourteen months, and to discern where my own ‘new normal’ life will lead.

May the compassion of Our Lord’s most Sacred Heart, the love of Mary’s Immaculate Heart, and the wisdom of the Holy Spirit remain with you, as well.

Blessings, always,

Margaret

 

 

 

 

© Copyright 2025  by Margaret King Zacharias

All photos from author’s personal collection; used with permission by the author

Featured photo: Candles lit for Mass of Remembrance, St. Theresa of the Child Jesus Parish, Des Moines, Iowa, on
October 25, 2025. Author’s personal photo, published with permission.

 

 

When I Behold Your Heavens: Hope

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“ For I know the plans I have for you…”—Jeremiah 29:11

My writing life might have continued like a lost balloon soaring aimlessly into the evening sky, but the 2019 Florida Eucharistic Congress in Jacksonville changed its course. Thanks are long overdue to the Most Reverend Felipe J. Estevez, S.T.D., retired Bishop of St. Augustine. Back then, during his busy tenure, he took the time to read my newly published book, Everywhere Hope, and penned a treasured letter about it shortly after the Congress, of which the theme was “Hope.” 

Bishop Estevez’s warm encouragement spurred me to continue writing, but with a clearer purpose.  I went on to define my author mission—“to be God’s instrument in building up the Body of Christ”—and was content to define my audience as primarily Catholic. My desire changed from pursuing publication to simply encouraging the faithful, even if only one person benefited from my words.  

In an excerpt from his letter, Bishop Estevez wrote, “The last chapter on Language was deeply Catholic in a profound acceptance of cultures as John Paul II envisioned it—diversity enriching unity… [W]hat a contrast to the threats of nativism and White Supremacy movements affecting us these days… Paula, your book is so rich for it integrates poetry and spirituality, lived experience and wisdom, deep Catholic practice and real human experience, a genius of feminine perception… .”  

I can’t express enough how grateful I am to have been in a diocese under the shepherding of Felipe J. Estevez, S.T.D.  He truly imitated Jesus and always showed reverence, love, devotion, and kindness to his flock.  My deepest personal thanks for his unexpected letter in response to the book I gifted him on behalf of our local Catholic Writers Guild years ago is not enough to thank this holy and humble man of God. 

“O Lord, our Lord, how glorious is your name over all the earth! …When I behold your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars which you set in place—what is man that you should be mindful of him, or the son of man that you should care for him?”—Psalm 8: 1,3–4

Bishop Estevez especially liked the photo above and the poem “Sweet Light” (about marriage) that accompanied the picture.  Here is the poem:

 

Sweet Light

by Paula Veloso Babadi

 

No shadows here when light is

“L’Heure Bleue” to artist eyes

Or “sweet” to camera canvas.

 

One side of Earth

Basks in your sunlight

While I rest shadowed

On the other side.

 

You are brilliant day—

Burning, tumultuous, blinding, busy, wide awake.

I am subdued night—

Serene, quiescent, muted, dreaming, slumbering.

 

You own most phases of the Earth’s turning as

Your searing light often blinds onlookers

To the pale beauty behind your blaze.

My light reflects gently on the quieter side where,

When you’re gone, the stars become visible.

 

Our co-existence is casually questionable,

And yet, for all our differences,

We twice share Twilight

When Earth succumbs to neither night nor day.

In the blue hour of this sweet light, we are one.

It is enough for me.

 

Copyright 2025 Paula Veloso Babadi

Photo license purchased from Shutterstock

Edited by Gabriella Batel

A Nod from God

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I would give a million dollars for a crystal ball that revealed the path God has planned for me. It would be thrilling to get a glimpse of the future, to know all the hurdles I will have to overcome, and even identify things I could avoid entirely. I chuckle at this thought, realizing how silly God must think I am for even entertaining the idea. But what if God did give us small hints to show that we are moving in the direction of His will? How could we identify them? How would we respond?

Several terms can help us recognize God’s communication in our lives, such as “God moments,” “God winks,” and “God incidences.” I would like to introduce another term: “God nods.”

A nod from God is just as it sounds; I envision Him looking down with an approving expression, signaling that I am on the right track with whatever task or decision I am engaged in. Receiving God’s approval can deepen our faith and affirm the work we are doing on His behalf.

An example of a God nod might be something as simple as a room filling with your favorite scent—a scent that reminds you of a happy moment in your life. Another example could be the sight of a butterfly landing on your mom’s favorite flower at a time when that sighting is exactly what you need to feel her closeness. I don’t want to describe too many scenarios because a true nod from God will be an experience unique to each individual. I have had many moments where God showed up in unexpected ways, revealing that He was with me and that we were working together toward a common goal.

Recently, while I was on vacation, I felt a strong nod from God. He revealed to me that the decisions I made regarding our accommodations, event planning, and even dinner locations were all part of the path He intended for us. During our trip, I received a very unexpected nod from God in the form of a monetary gift. An affirmation that our vacation was truly inspired by divine guidance! I found myself asking, “Who does this? Who goes on vacation and connects with a total stranger on such a deep level, to the point that my ministry is blessed?” The answer is simple: it’s a nod from God, confirming that I am following His will. It’s a nod indicating that my ministry is alive and thriving. It’s a confirmation that God sees what I am doing and has given His stamp of approval.

Once you have answered the call and recognized the nod, it’s time to respond. I didn’t hesitate to praise God for His kindness in showing me His approval in such a wonderful way. It is a true blessing to be in alignment with God and to receive His acknowledgment. God desires our excitement just as much as He expects our praise. The act of praising God brings us closer to faith, prayer, and God Himself. It also ignites our passion to continue sharing God in the ways He has called us to.

My experience ignited a passion in me, prompting me to donate my books to local Christian bookstores before I left the town we were visiting. I never would have had the courage to do something like that before. With God’s approval, I felt determined to continue spreading the message.

Although we may not have a crystal ball, staying attuned to the spirit working in our lives and maintaining a consistent prayer life allows us to notice God’s gentle signs of approval. This is something to be cherished, developed, and shared with others.

 

Copyright 2025 Kimberly Novak

Edited by Janet Tamez

Praying for the We in Me

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As a psychotherapist, I have worked with thousands of clients over more than forty years. Most of them have resided in nursing homes. In those settings, I have helped individuals with all sorts of medical, and disability, psychiatric, and substance use conditions or disorders.

One Saturday I was sitting in church getting ready for the 4:00p.m. vigil Mass. In my mind, I saw dozens of my clients, past and present, enter the church and sit in the pews, but they were not as I have known them. They were fully healed in mind and body, and they were glorious.

This imaginary experience has lingered with me. When I meet a new client for the first time, or if I am speaking with a client I have known for years, I can evoke a mental image of the person thoroughly healed and notice the difference between what is and what might be. That perception gives me hints about things I might be able to help with or influence. But it also clarifies things over which I have no control or influence.

One might look to a therapist for help in coping with difficult circumstances, but psychotherapy is not curative, and sorry, but no, it is not transformative. In hope of complete restoration and abundance of life that never ends, one should look to the ‘Wonder-Counselor,’ (Isaiah 9:5) not to a wounded one. The therapist might support and guide one’s struggle towards improvement, yet the Eucharistic table is where one seeks the life that extends beyond sickness and death.

We have many roles and many relationships in our lives. Others become important in our lives, and dwell in our souls in a variety of ways, some obvious, and some by rather surprising paths. People we know or have known dwell within us in myriad ways, and prayer occurs in many ways, as well.

Our reflections on persons in our lives can become a form of prayer when thoughtfully linked with the awareness of God in our shared lives.

Just as no one is an island, no one lives for herself alone, or belongs to himself only. We live with and for others, our lives also belong to others, and those others also live within us. A crowd of companions live in us.

Family members tend to occupy especially significant roles in our inner life. Naturally, we reminisce about our great grandparents, grandparents, and our parents, aunts and uncles; loved ones who may have completed their earthly journey and dwell now beyond us, while still within us. From them we gained not only our DNA, but also our spiritual ‘on-the-way.’ In God’s plan, the teleological arrow of our life was first influenced by those vital life figures. We often focus our particular thoughts and hopes on our spouse, children, grandchildren, siblings, relatives, the cherished ones we live among daily.
Our human lives intersect also with spiritual persons. We might gratefully consider our guardian angel, the silent and always present one who guides our soul with timely prompts, as well as the communion of saints – blessed spiritual persons who long to assist our burdened journey on earth.

Prayer can be viewed, in part, as our considered and composed attentiveness to the range of those others within us. Our attentive contemplations can include memories, reflections, and speculations about things we’ve never known about individuals we love, and wishes for their comfort, safety, guidance, and salvation. We might make mental requests for things we know them to need, and for things they need that we don’t know about. Our intentions should include thankfulness for their part in our lives, and for the known and unknown ways they pray for us. And we pray to almighty God that our actions, physical and spiritual, may be fruitful in the lives of others within whom we are dwelling.

Post Script: One day recently I woke up from a surprising dream. I was at a nursing home, yet it was not one of my usual places. I turned and saw a client I had actually met with earlier in the week. In waking life, she is small and uses a wheelchair and oxygen. Yet in the dream she was standing up and smiling. We embraced and I asked, “How is this possible? And look at you – you’re as tall as me. This is a miracle!” I remarked, as we laughed and hugged. We started dancing and I said, “I’m dancing with a miracle!”

Was this dream another preview of things to come?

Casting the Net

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“Master, we have worked hard all night and have caught nothing, but at your command I will lower the nets.” (Luke 5:5)

I come from a long line of watermen. Many of the men in my mother’s family were fishers, oystermen, crabbers, boat builders, or a combination of all of four. My husband began his career as a commercial crabber at the age of eleven, as an apprentice on his uncle’s boat. Though his ultimate full-time career became the law, he still has his commercial license and crabs multiple times a week during the season. This allows us a little spending money, family vacations, and this year, a new freezer and woodstove!

One of our favorite things to do in the entire world is invite friends and family to go crabbing and then feast on our catch. Most of the time, we’re able to haul in enough crabs to feed everyone. Some weeks, we know that won’t be possible. This year, crabs didn’t really start running in our area until a few weeks ago. That meant, July 4th week, Ken was out every morning just in case our group didn’t catch enough on the Fourth.

Casting Even When in Doubt

Sometimes the crabs are biting, and sometimes they aren’t. We can say the same about our family’s experiences with fishing. Sometimes the fish bite, and sometimes they don’t. However, Ken is the expert, and if we aren’t doing well in one creek, he pulls up the lines and moves everything to another. Usually, this changes our luck, but not always.

I can’t imagine anyone, especially a stranger to crabbing, coming into our boat and telling Ken to move his lines to another spot and try again. How dare they? Ken’s been crabbing these creeks for almost fifty years. Nobody would ever question his knowledge.

So I can imagine how Peter felt when Jesus told him to go deeper and cast his nets, yet Peter didn’t argue. Perhaps he was listening to Jesus as he was washing his nets. Maybe he heard something trustworthy in what this stranger was saying. Obviously, Peter didn’t argue when Jesus stepped into his boat and asked to be taken offshore. Of course, Peter’s brother, Andrew, may have been giving Peter the look that told Peter this was the man Andrew called the Messiah. Whatever his reasoning, Peter obeyed.

Jesus Enters Our Boats

I’ve often heard it said that Jesus didn’t ask Peter if He could enter his boat, and He doesn’t ask us either. Jesus enters our lives whether we want Him to or not. The question for us is do we welcome Him into vessels? When Jesus climbs into our boats with us, do we shoo Him away, or do we listen to what He has to say? Do we scoff at His commands, or do we obey?

Peter had his faults. He was rash, prone to anger, shortsighted in the ways of God, and often spoke without thinking. Yet he obeyed Jesus without question. He even stated the obvious — they had already been fishing all night and caught nothing — but didn’t argue against trying again.

Fishers of Others

We’re allowed to question God. We’re allowed to wonder how something can possibly happen when the odds are against it. We can even let God know our annoyance or displeasure in the present circumstance we may be in. God can handle that! He knows what it’s like to be frustrated. How many times was He irritated by the Apostles’ lack of faith? What He wants is for us is, when we are annoyed, frustrated, even angry, to obey Him anyway.

That is trust. Profound trust.

Doing the will of God, following His commands, walking the path He has chosen for us are acts of trust. Like Peter, we must put aside our own feelings and follow Jesus out into the deeper water. It’s there that we will haul in the greatest catch and follow Jesus’ final command — to become fishers of others.

My daughter, know that you give Me greater glory by a single act of obedience than by long prayers and mortifications. (Saint Faustina, Divine Mercy in my Soul)

Copyright 2025 Amy Schisler
Photos copyright 2025 Amy Schisler, all rights reserved.

“Woman at the Well”

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Woman at the Well

All that I thirst for,
Being known and not condemned.
Eternal relief.

I came to see you.
I have never not loved you.
Do you see me now?

You came first to me?
You wanted water from me?
They all left me dry.

 

copyright 2025 Tom Medlar

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