The lace upon my head elevated my heart to God, and words kept coming to my heart. Bride, love, daughter, princess, grace, my beloved tangled together with the words wife, beautiful, holiness, matrimony, vows, rings, and lastly commitment.

By Joy Boudreaux

In ANY type of child loss, but most especially when miscarriages or stillbirths or infant losses occur, it seems to me that dads get treated as if they’re invisible. This unfortunate reality, though, puts grieving dads in very good company. St. Joseph seems to have been an ‘invisible dad’ too.

By Joy Guidry Boudreaux

The Great Covid-19 Quarantine of 2020. Yes, folks, we are living history. Just like our kids ask us what it was like to live through 9/11, our grandkids and even our kids (for those of us with littles) will ask us what was it like to live through the quarantine. I’m trying to focus on and remember the positives. The slower pace of things.

By Kelly Breaux

I know I’m not always dainty about my grief, and sometimes I can appear to be a mess, but the reality of my heart is that I’m really not afraid to share my insecurities with others. It comes with the territory of knowing who my audience is and embracing the gift that God has given to me and has asked of me.

By Kelly Breaux

There is one day a year where we can proclaim our faith in public without saying a word. It is today Ash Wednesday. It’s the day when we go in humility and profess we are sinners in need of a savior. The idea of the title “Ash-Tag” came from the way that Twitter organizes it’s campaign for audiences.

By Kelly Breaux

Did any of you notice last night in the sky the Lunar Halo? I was so intrigued last night about this beautiful mystery that God was showcasing for us to see. The night sky is filled with so much wonder. Look at what the moon is often referred to.