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Katie Sciba

My friend was a new blushing bride when she suggested to her husband that they start praying together. Daunted by the idea and clueless as to how to go about it, her husband nervously declined, saying that he needed to work on his one-on-one relationship with God before he worked

Weeks have now turned to months of living with COVID-19. We’re adapting from total upheaval to the “new normal” of living with an infectious disease in the area; and the big shifts we’ve made to keep life going in our own ways are, in a word, unprecedented. School and work

by Katie Sciba Congratulations! You’re a brand new godparent to a brand-new Catholic! From here on out, you have a duty to nurture and cultivate the Catholic faith in the heart of your godchild. It’s a big undertaking and can be one of the most significant roles you’ll ever have!

For the past few weeks, Jesus has repeatedly placed His Divine Mercy into my path: Initially through a close friend, then in my Bible study, and still again through a priest’s homily. When devotions show up over and over, it’s time to say, “Speak, Lord, your servant is listening.” Christ’s

The beginning of Lent feels like the New Year – it’s a clean slate paired with a handful of resolutions and a heart full of hope that this is THE year. I’m going to stick with my Lenten sacrifices so when Easter shines in 40+ days, I’ll be beaming with

It’s almost St. Valentine’s Day. Yes, please. It’s my favorite non-Christmas holiday of the whole year, a spark of warmth in winter’s chill, a day when I’m allowed to unleash the mushy, lovey dovey because I’m a wife who loves romance. But I know plenty of romance-loving spouses who don’t

by Katie Sciba She was 19 years old when she found out she was pregnant. Afraid of disappointing her parents, Sarah* and her boyfriend decided to abort their child. “We were in quick and then the baby was gone,” she said, “and it was something I never talked about.” Sarah

We go through our pep talk every time I take the kids out. “What do we need to show the world?!” I shout to the back of the van. Then comes their battle cry, “That children are blessings!” A couple years ago, I started telling my sweet kids that even

Some Christmas mornings I wake up feeling spiritually underwhelmed. I don’t feel the holy wonder at the miracle of God being born upon Earth but instead feel disappointment in my own lack of real, faithful preparation for the Nativity. The previous weeks were spent fretting over decorating and shopping and

I attended a funeral a couple months ago. The dear lady who passed away was 90 and she clearly had been treasured by the large number of family and friends present. Between the grief among the congregation and my close proximity to the casket during Mass, the reality of death