Going Home

A couple of weeks ago, Brian had his monthly weekend off from serving Mass – and we didn’t have Religious Education classes, so we went home to church.  This is more than the parish for the town we grew up in, it is also my spiritual home, and the place where my conversion happened at age 10.

It felt warm and welcoming, familiar, and comfortable.  Everything was just as it was when we were last there except that the choir was in the transept rather than the loft.  And this time around, my beautiful family filled a pew to brimming.  It did my heart good.  So, so much good.

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The altar where Brian and I exchanged vows 25 years ago, during the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass, 133 years to the day after Ss. Louis and Zélie Martin.

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The side altar dedicated to Our Blessed Mother.  I was baptized at this font, and nearly a decade later, so was our oldest daughter.

A Morning Cuppa for Winter

 

Chai Masala Coffee
Serves 4
Gorgeous to drink in the early morning quiet when the weather is cold and snowy outside.
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Prep Time
5 min
Cook Time
5 min
Total Time
10 min
Prep Time
5 min
Cook Time
5 min
Total Time
10 min
Ingredients
  1. 2 T ground ginger
  2. 2 T ground cardamom
  3. 1 tsp ground nutmeg
  4. 1 1/2 tsp ground cloves
  5. 1 1/2 tsp ground white or black pepper
  6. 3 T ground cinnamon
  7. 1/4 tsp saffron (optional)
  8. pinch salt
  9. 1/4 c organic brown sugar
  10. 2 c milk
  11. 2 c hot coffee
  12. Orange slices (optional)
Instructions
  1. If you have whole spices, so much the better. Lightly toast them, and then grind fresh when they've cooled a bit.
  2. Combine spices, brown sugar, and milk.
  3. Bring to the boil, turn off the heat and allow to steep for 3-5minutes.
  4. Add the hot coffee and garnish with a slice of orange.
Notes
  1. Check out the many varieties of coffee we have available on our shop at http://shop.renaissance-farms.com
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The First Fall

The first fall of snow is not only an event, it is a magical event. You go to bed in one kind of a world and wake up in another quite different, and if this is not enchantment then where is it to be found? – J. B. Priestley
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Need a Little Christmas

©Nissa Gadbois

For the first time in many years, I’m rushing Christmas.  I feel like we all need a hit of that sweetness to lift our spirits.  Last Friday, our date night consisted of a trip to Michael’s to buy Christmas decorations on sale.  Yesterday, I did all of our Christmas shopping.  All of it.  I’m done.  That never happens.  We are always running around on Christmas Eve before the midnight Mass.  Not this year. 

I am working on a new Advent tradition here, too.  I’m still going to use my matchbox calendar, but this year I think I’m going to print little messages to put into the boxes.  The messages will herald what activity we will do for that day: a special meal, a service project, a handcraft. 

If you’re feeling like you need a little Christmas, too, and you plan on heading over to do some shopping for Christmas gifts this weekend, you can click on the link below before going to Amazon and we will earn a commission!  It only takes a moment to click through.  We are so grateful to all of the people who clicked through the last couple of years.

Thankful

“Kind words are a creative force, a power that concurs in the building up of all that is good, an energy that showers blessings on the world” – Fr. Lawrence Lovasik, SVD

Poppy

God sends us the grace that we need in all situations.  We have had a tough year here, and it just keeps getting tougher.  We had an episode with Olivia during Mass and I was utterly wrung out by it.  Wondering if I can ever be the mother she needs, if she will ever stop traumatizing the rest of the family… all while attempting to keep up a happy expression so that we continue to be a blessing rather than a burden to our parish and community.

Our daughter Cat texted on Sunday afternoon to catch up about her weekend.  She had a table of guests on Saturday who somehow got around to talking with her about big families.  She mentioned that she was the oldest of eleven.  To her surprise and delight, they proposed a toast.

“To Cat’s Mom”. 

I stood in the kitchen and sobbed for joy and gratitude, reading that perfect strangers had thought of me enough to wish me well.  Those kind words changed my entire day.  I felt uplifted and was able to cast off the sadness that was preventing me from giving my best to my family.  They blessed me, and I was able to bless them.  God sent exactly the nourishment I needed to get me – and everyone – through a day that might otherwise have broken me.

He is SO good. 

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