Peg Pondering Again

Sometimes, grace shows up in the quietest, simplest moments. Yesterday, I experienced that in a way that left my heart both surprised and deeply grateful. It began at Mass. Sitting alone in a pew, the ceo of our company came and sat beside me. He had arrived first in the pew after Communion, yet waited for me to enter the pew after, and lowered the kneeler. I knelt down to pray and begin to…

There is a moment in many lives when chaos becomes so loud that silence feels like weakness. But in Catholic theology, silence is often where God does His most decisive work. The Catechism reminds us that God is not a God of disorder, but of order, justice, and truth. When relationships fall into patterns of domination, misuse of resources, or disregard for human dignity, something has already…

Today, Valentine’s Day, I was handed mortgage loan modification documents with a demand that I hurry up and sign them. No prior discussion. No review by counsel. Just urgency, pressure, and the unspoken expectation that compliance was proof of goodwill. There has been zero communication with my spouse since August and we live in the same home. I declined. Instead, I told him to give the…

Just before I gained clarity on how controlling my spouse was — before separation, before I had language for what was happening inside my marriage — I bought him a T-shirt. It says: “The Controller.” He loved it. He wore it easily, without hesitation or reflection. Its who he is. Its his job. When I told him I bought it because he was a controller, he laughed and accepted it as affirmation.…

A reflection on truth, mercy, and moral clarity People expect grief to look a certain way. Tears. Regret. Longing. They expect devastation when a family home is sold, when a marriage finally collapses under the weight of its own truth. What they don’t expect is clarity. I feel nothing about forcing the sale of the house.Nothing about him losing what he insisted on controlling.Nothing about…

In this way, the peony is more than a flower — it is a metaphor for a soul that grows inwardly, patiently, and fully in God’s presence, revealing its beauty and strength not for the world, but for the glory of God and the good of others. The peony’s layered bloom is like the soul in the interior life of faith: each layer represents a stage of growth in virtue, prayer, and spiritual depth. Just…

I am a wounded soulin a fractured world,living in a home that broke instead of sheltering us. I carry children marked by cracksthey did not choose,shaped by storms they never summoned. We were shattered by one who chose harm,not by a lack of love,not by a lack of faith,not by a lack of endurance. And still—Christ calls us the salt of the earth:crushed, yes,but not useless.Worn down,but not…

Lord Jesus Christ,You who prayed for those who crucified You,teach my heart to follow Yours. I place before You those who have wounded me,those who have acted against truth, justice, or love.I do not ask that their wrongdoing be hidden,but that Your light reveal all things in mercy and truth. Heal what is broken in them and in me.Remove from my heart the burden of bitterness,and replace it with…

Jesus, I trust You.When hope feels distant and my heart is weary,hold me fast.Do not let me fall into despair,but anchor me in Your mercy and Your promises.Remain with me, Lord. Amen.

Heavenly Father,I come before You today with a heart that is anxious and burdened. You are the God of justice, mercy, and truth. I ask You to guide my words, my thoughts, and my actions during this hearing. Grant me clarity of mind, courage to speak honestly, and humility to listen. Protect my heart from fear, and help me to act with patience and charity, even in difficult moments. Lord Jesus,…

For many years, the villain in my night terrors had the face of an old boyfriend. He appeared again and again as the threat—the one from whom I needed to flee. I assumed this was simply unresolved memory or leftover fear. Trauma, after all, does not disappear on command. But then something unexpected happened. The villain changed. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, the figure haunting my sleep…

There is a holy silence that only God can fill. Being alone with God is not the same as being lonely. Loneliness aches because something is missing; solitude with God heals because Someone is present. In the quiet, when all other voices fall away—expectations, judgments, fears—we finally hear the one voice that has never abandoned us. Jesus Himself sought this solitude. Again and again in the…

Faith, when it’s real,doesn’t shout.It arrives quietly when everythingelse has failed.Not as: “Everything will be fixed”But as: “I am not alone in this.”

It’s Time

It’s been a great many years of placing the pondering to paper, but it’s time to end the blogging. When it’s time to renew, the site will expire. I will be downloading all the pondering to save for my children, if they are ever interested in reading them, and let the website go. I personally thank each of you for reading what I had to say and pray you have been brought closer to our Lord. May…

Constantly complaining on social media about the Catholic Church, Catholic Priests, Holy Mass, Pope Francis, Bishops, or anything else about our Lords Bride, and then saying you can’t figure out why “numbers” are dwindling, while promoting your own piety, one need not look further than in the mirror. Laity AND Religious CONSTANTLY Complaining about her on social media, constantly, isn’t exactly…

There is only one God. Father, Son and Holy Spirit.