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Les Buissonnets, The Martin family house in Lisieux. Photo by Kristi Tyler. |
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Les Buissonnets, The Martin family house in Lisieux. Photo by Kristi Tyler. |
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Statue of St. Louis and St. Therese. Photo by Katie Boos. |
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Rue Saint-Blaise’s house at Alençon : The family home and Thérèse’s birthplace. Photo by |
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Our Lady of Assumption Basilica in Alençon, Orne where the Martin’s were married. Photo by Pierre-Yves Emile. |
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Saints Louis and Zélie Martin |
Day One: For Couples and Those Hoping to Form a Household
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The fertile forests of Yosemite National Park in California, which we had camped in the night before, had given way to the dry, rocky land of Nevada, and our minivan sped on in a land where cities and towns are few and far between. We were on the final week of our three-week western road trip. It had all been so beautiful, but here, in this empty, dry land a sense of dread lay heavy on my chest. The desert went on for miles before us and behind us. Rocks rose occasionally into mountains and cliffs in the distance, but their barrenness only added to the bleakness of the path we had to take. And everything seemed closer on the horizon than it actually was, making each mile seem longer.
This family road trip was the first time I had experienced the desert, and what surprised me the most was the amount of life, life adapted to the environment, that struggled on even in this most desolate of climates.
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I was born two weeks late during a hot, humid St. Louis summer. My mother, who never complains of physical discomforts, claims that she does not remember being particularly uncomfortable during that time of waiting, but perhaps she just has forgotten. I was stubborn from the beginning. My mother had hoped for a family birth, but I waited to be born until my two older sisters were taken out of the delivery room by my grandmother for a snack.
I took my first breath on the Nativity of St. John the Baptist, and was given a name that my parents had prayed long and hard about. Because of this I have long been devoted to my “birthday buddy” relating to his call to contemplation and prophecy. When I followed my call into the married life I realized that I while I had not chosen the “better part” of Mary, even my life as a Martha made way for a closeness to and constant companionship with God with a irrepressible desire to bear witness to God.
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