Today is the 13th anniversary of this blog. I launched it back in 2008 on the Feast of St. Francis de Sales, patron saint of writers, not really knowing what would happen. Back then, I was able to be here daily, sometimes multiple times per day, a luxury I no longer have. I miss being here with you regularly and I do continually hope that I can increase my presence in the future, but I want to thank all of you who continue to visit. Thank you for being patient, for staying with me, and for lifting me up with your comments and emails when I do get around to posting something here.
I have been so touched by your willingness to share your own faith stories and to talk openly about your struggles, accomplishments and moments of crisis. Our community of blog regulars might be small, but you are mighty and devoted little band of followers. You constantly remind me that being willing and able to share the secrets of my soul is not only a great opportunity for spiritual growth but for personal transformation.
In a world where we are often far from family and cut off from daily interactions with friends — especially during life in the time of COVID, this virtual community can serve as touchstone, buoying us up when we are starting to list. Every once in a while when I start to wonder if I am just spewing my spiritual insecurities to no one in particular, a virtual version of talking to myself, I inevitably receive a comment or email telling me how something on the blog struck a chord or gave someone a feeling of peace. I can assure you that when I started this blog all those years ago, I never imagined that I would be granted such access to other people’s spiritual thoughts and lives. I am humbled and grateful.
Thanks again for sticking with me. You are a blessing in my life. Peace and Love, Mary.
