Marriage is so profoundly beautiful in the most surprising ways. It had been a tough week at work, and after coming home on Friday, my wife had dinner ready for me. We enjoyed some wine and her delicious pesto while we discussed our upcoming weekend plans. She asked, “Want to go to mass tomorrow morning?”... Continue Reading →
Note: I find that there are “easier” days, and “harder” days while struggling with the cross of infertility. This reflection is one I wrote on one of the more difficult days. My intent is simply to express some of the emotions of celebrating my birthday, without offering a solution or “quick fix.” I pray that... Continue Reading →
One of the big bosses at my company made his way down to Dallas from Boston this past week for a retirement party for two of the four main principals at the company where I work. Admittedly, I haven’t been to very many retirement parties due to my shorter tenure at my company – I’ve... Continue Reading →
Don’t sow your desires in someone else’s garden; just cultivate your own as best you can. Don’t long to be other than what you are, but desire to be thoroughly what you are. Direct your thoughts to being very good at that and to bearing the crosses, little or great, that you will find there.... Continue Reading →
I’ve found that, as a man, it’s easy to reduce infertility to a problem that lies in the individual, and from there to treat it like a dragon that can be slain once and for all. I began to fall into this pit and was setting myself up for failure by trying to tackle these doctors’ visits and ensuing procedures in a similar way. It was a dumb mindset. Marriage is built on two people, and where there are two people working for sainthood, there’s no room for pride and arrogance.
I’ve been particularly drawn to the Passion of our Lord Jesus since infertility has colored my life. I especially love praying and reflecting on the mystery of Jesus’ Crowning with Thorns, which has providentially received a lot of media attention during this Holy Week due to the devastating fire at the Cathedral of Notre Dame. ... Continue Reading →
“To love means loving the unlovable. To forgive means pardoning the unpardonable. Faith means believing the unbelievable. Hope means hoping when everything seems hopeless.” – G.K. Chesterton When I tell friends in Catholic circles about our minute prospects for biological children, and the lack of any ethical option for having biological children, a response I... Continue Reading →
My soul went groping all the past years through Searching the barren deserts, for a dream, A mirage, some foreknowledge or a gleam Of that long-waited day that should bring you. Excerpt from To D.E.C.— A Daughter by Frances Chesterton (From How Far Is It To Bethlehem: The Plays and Poetry of Frances Chesterton) When... Continue Reading →