Healing, Forgiveness, and Eternal Life

Death scares me.  As much as I hate to admit it, I feel afraid when confronted with my mortality.  Even with the belief and knowledge that Christ overcame death for my sake, I still feel uncertain and anxious about my soul’s eternal home.  Acknowledging that this fear signifies a sinful lack of trust on my part, I have been praying for courage and peace in this matter.  Jesus himself instructs us to “not be anxious about tomorrow” but to trust in Him, live in Him, and die in Him (Mt. 6:34).  And it is only through death that we can live in eternal joy with Christ Jesus in heaven.   Continue reading “Healing, Forgiveness, and Eternal Life”

The Heart of Every Man

“In the heart of every man is a desire to be brave, to be good, and to protect.” This quote by Catholic apologist Matt Fradd speaks powerfully to my feminine heart.  Ever since I was a little girl, I knew these truths about men.  I was shown them in a deep and genuine way by the men in my life.  My Dad was (and still is) one of my heroes.  Himself a farm boy, he was hardworking, self-sacrificing, full of faith and affectionate to his four children.  When I was young, it seemed to me that Dad never made the wrong choice and was the wisest man in the whole wide world!  He was exceptionally brave (even releasing the dead mice from the traps – which none of us girls could ever do).  I had an overwhelming sense that all was well if Dad was near. Continue reading “The Heart of Every Man”

Families Set Apart

Growing up in the Kmiecik home is totally unfair!  Just ask my children.  They’ll insist that sometimes their parents are unreasonable and controlling.  One reason being that they set limits on their screen time.  Even though my boys are teenagers and obviously know what is best for themselves.  “Mom, you think we play too many video games?  You have no idea!  Everyone else spends way more time gaming than we do!” Continue reading “Families Set Apart”

The Joy of Fasting

Twelve years ago this month, tragedy struck my family.  My brother Brett, at the age of 27, died suddenly and unexpectedly in his sleep.  In the months of sorrow that followed, each remaining member of our family grieved differently.  Some were angry, others felt guilty, some needed to talk, and others kept silent.  I was sick with worry for Brett’s soul.  I needed to do something more than pray for him, something tangible; so I fasted.  I prayed that the Lord would use my offering to shorten Brett’s stay in purgatory.  I felt that, through fasting, I could somehow stay connected with Brett and he would continue to feel my love.  Continue reading “The Joy of Fasting”