All summer my roses have continued to bloom, blessing us with a fresh crimson bouquet every couple of weeks though I never cease to be amazed by them. Each and every velvet petal seems a unique and masterful work of art.


All summer my roses have continued to bloom, blessing us with a fresh crimson bouquet every couple of weeks though I never cease to be amazed by them. Each and every velvet petal seems a unique and masterful work of art.



I came across this post, Love the Place You Want to Leave by Intentional Faith, a fellow blogger and had to reread it several times. I was so deeply moved by it as it perfectly articulates the profound ache of homesickness. I just passed my fourth year in the Midwest and, while I’m immensely happy in my marriage, my home and my life in general, there isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t miss everything about life in Colorado. Part of my heart will always belong there.
However, I had a couple of spectacular epiphanies while reading this post. Obviously, I’m hardly the first or the last to feel this way. That bit of perspective is easy to forget during the daily grind. I’ve also come to realize that not every longing in my heart, no matter how intense, is a call from God to action. He put me here in this place right now for a reason and He doesn’t make mistakes.
Even though I’ve taken many measures to embrace life in the Midwest, there’s still a part of me that hesitates when approaching new home improvement projects or when considering getting involved in some church or community group. There’s part of me that wonders how long I’m going to be here anyway. Should I really get too entrenched here when I still yearn for different scenery?
I believe the short answer is yes. I’m only human. I can’t see the future. Who knows what the next 5, 10 or even 20 years will bring? But what better way is there to glorify God than to live my very best, most Catholic life in this place and this home that He’s given me? Living with one foot out the door because our situation might change in another few years is precisely the opposite of what He calls us all to do. It isn’t wrong to miss where I came from. It’s wrong to use that desire as an excuse to not “unpack the boxes” here. I should make this place as much of a home as I possibly can for as long as I am called to be here. Anything less is a deliberate failure to do God’s will.
I’m blessed to have found a man who’s happy to take wifey for regular walks around town where we get to experience bright sunny moments like this, a tiny miracle for an ordinary day.

During my time in the Midwest I’ve come to a new understanding of terms like “humidity” and “lake effect” but while I do still crave the beloved Rocky Mountain vistas that I grew up falling in love with, this place is not without its charms. As the hubby and I discovered during a tandem kayaking outing near Lake Michigan, even the Midwestern drizzle can be a blessing after a run of summer heat. It was the perfect misty day for some quiet morning exploration out on the water.


Even amid busy Indiana summers, full of fairs and festivals, one can still find time to get away from it all and take a hike. God’s blessings smile in every color when out in nature. On this particular outing I surprised both my husband and I upon successfully identifying various edible berries and mushrooms along the way.


















This flustered momma somehow stumbled into our yard, closely trailed by a large and nervous flock of ducklings. Her twittering brood of offspring hardly took their eyes off her and shuffled behind her as if all pulled by the same invisible string. Even in nature, the gravity of a mother to her young is plain to see.





‘Tis the season for celebration and good cheer in the Midwest. Here, one can experience everything from the county fair demolition derbie to pierogi culture in Whiting, IN to the delicious Italian ice served at Italian Fest all in a single weekend. We were blessed to be able to make the rounds to all of our favorite festivals this year where we of course enjoyed the cuisine and the shows unique to each.




In Indiana God’s brilliance smiles from every trimmed, well kept flower bed. The people here always tend their gardens with a hobbit-like love of things that grow. Happy Friday!













The world seems to wake up every time it rains. The daily dust is washed away and all the summer colors shine so vividly that it’s hard to believe that God made them for us to witness. After the tremendous roar of a downpour everything falls quiet; hushed, dampened and bejeweled with new life.





After a long weekend spent sick at home, a bit of sunshine was just what the doctor ordered. The hubby and I took an easy stroll at the Michigan City Lighthouse, soaking up God’s blessings.








