Our Holy Conception

Catholic evangelization of one Credo Family

Deacon PatrickCredo Family

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Cradled in a valley between towering, pine-forested hills, a small mountain town in turn cradled a rustic log cabin, which cradled the family who called the rolling folds in which they lived the Skirts of Mary. Martha Maria sat before her harp and gazed out at the surrounding pine heights. “Martha!” her Papa called, causing her fingers to halt mid-pluck. She tore herself from the view and the harp. “Coming!” she hollered as she dashed out the music room, down the wood paneled hallway and skidded into Papa’s waiting arms.

“Martha,” said Papa, a gleam of excitement in his eye that kindled anticipation and joy, “would you please gather everyone? We have news.”

Lord Jesus my Christ, grant me the grace of humble obedience to you, that I may love and serve my Bride as you love and serve our Church, your Bride. Amen.

Never entertain sin or thoughts of sin! Upon the first whiff of sin immediately draw the sword and pray:

forgive me for being foolish! Help me see how ridiculous _____ (name the temptation) is!

grant me the humility to accept your gift of the grace of _____ , which always defeats the temptation of _____ .

guide me to see and immediately take the one next step to breathe my Breath of God into the world. Specifically, my next step is to _____. Give me the fortitude to go and do it now.

In the name of the Father, of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit, amen!

When we first began homeschooling, the idea of homeschool high school was daunting and we dismissed it. But after homeschooling over the years, we've discovered the wonders and gifts of homeschooling and realized the arguments against homeschool high school were just as erroneous as the arguments against homeschool for any age.

One way to find out, right?

We have one job at every given moment: Love Jesus our Christ with the same wild abandon He loves us. #Simple#Catholic#love

— Deacon Patrick (@DcnPatrick) May 11, 2016
I woke completely disoriented, my cheek and nose planted firmly in the sand. Waves crashed upon the sandy shore, gently highlighted by dawn's first light. That's befuddling. I live nowhere near the beach and even further from any ocean. How had I gotten here?

Lord, give me a pencil and paper that I may joyously point to your infinite wonder with flawed words, weep at this pilgrims’ journey of sorrows, and harken to hope that you travel these travails and triumphs beside us and await us with open arms over the horizon! Amen.