Who Do You Say That I Am?

Do you ever have those days where you feel like you don’t even know yourself anymore? You look in the mirror and think: Who am I? What is my life all about?

In my Freshman year of college, I faced an identity crisis. Okay, I know what you’re thinking – identity crises = 50 year old dude who buys a red Ferrari and moves to the coast. My crisis was on a lesser scale. But it was a time I didn’t know who I was as a college student. In an effort to “reinvent” myself, … CONTINUE READING

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Prepared for Advent? 3 lessons from Mama Mary

iStock_000004085167_ExtraSmallAHHHHhhhhh!  I already feel like a Christmas slacker. My tree is still not up, nor is my house decorated. As I confessed my holiday guilt to a close friend, she abruptly interrupted, “Mary, you can’t set up your tree yet. You haven’t prepared your heart for Advent!” Her words sent me into deep reflection and left me wondering…What does “preparing our hearts for Advent” even mean? Continue reading

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My Turkey Day! [Mary Moments v1]

This may be a week late. But I figure that after I went and told you how to behave on your Turkey Day that it’s only fair for me to share how things went down on my end.

For starters, my Thanksgiving Day celebration was truly awesome. My family has a beautiful tradition of taking the time for each person to share what he or she is thankful for. This all takes place as we pass around a chalice, or the “loving cup,” as we like to call it. I was really touched by dad’s words in particular this year. Continue reading

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5 Tips to avoid turkey day drama

[How Not to Hit Your Sister Over the Head With the Fire Truck]

Ahhh, Turkey Day is here. So is good cooking, football, and time off from work and school. Bring on the fuzzy feelings! For me, it’s all about a warm slice of pumpkin pie piled with a mountain of whipped cream.

Those fuzzy feelings don’t last when family drama enters the scene. We all know how easily the weirdness can start—a snide comment here, some awkward silence there. Then Aunt Shelly asks some strange questions Continue reading

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The Road to Glory: All Saints Day

TRICK OR TREAT… I rushed to the store yesterday to make sure I had a blend of “acceptable candy” for the Halloween kiddos – No nasty hardened bubble gum. I handed out the good stuff (Reese, Twix, & M&Ms – thanks for asking) and enjoyed the array of costumes before my eyes.

My favorite costumes were of two girls dressed as “Capital” citizens from the Hunger Games. Green hair, outrageous multicolored clothing, flamingo feathers, Continue reading

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The Top 5 Reasons My Mama Rocks

Growing up, I never had a devotion to Mary. I mean, I liked the idea of her . . . but I didn’t have a relationship with her. The Virgin Mother was a porcelain statue, a gold-etched picture on a Christmas card. She wasn’t real to me. My only connection to her… TO CONT. READING CLICK HERE!

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Mothers: the good, the bad, and the ugly

 This weekend I helped lead a middle school girls’ retreat. The day was better than I had ever thought. Although I could go on-and-on about the great talks, Adoration, the dance party, and small groups, my favorite moment was one conversation I had with little Kaley while painting her nails. Oh yes, I forgot to tell you: we did pedicures! Continue reading

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Easter party let down: Is Easter over?

Tin-foil and cellophane candy wrappers, fake grass in pastel colors, and tie-dyed egg shells – most years it seems these are the only evidence in my life that Easter has come and gone. The jelly beans, chocolate bunnies, and candy are devoured. Continue reading
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My Own Personal Kryptonite: Evangelization at Home

My brother and I never talk about faith. The mention of “Jesus” in our everyday conversation might cause an awkward silence or a dismissive change of subject at best.  It isn’t that my brother isn’t spiritual. He respects my passion, but at the end of the day, I know he sees me as some crazy “uber-Catholic” a.k.a. “Jesus-lover”. Continue reading

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Can God Heal Me? by Mary Bielski

I learned something a little scary about myself this weekend while cleaning my bookshelves. As I rummaged through the piles, I was embarrassed to see the number of half-read and un-used “self-help” books…. TO CONT. READING CLICK HERE!

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