My name is Katherine and I never go by Kathy, but you can call me Mary. That's my church name. Either way, you see, I'm one of those converts to Orthodoxy who finds herself called by two names. I like to think of it as binomial nomenclature, Byzantine style.
A little confusion is a small price to pay for such an amazing Faith.
And me? Well, after graduating from university, I turned down an opportunity to study law. Decided that a family suited me just fine. My husband, Doug, and I are blessed with a half dozen children, toddler to teen. (Make that a half dozen, plus one. Our seventh is due Holy Week.)
I specialize in finding God in the most unexpected places, like the kitchen sink or the laundry room. Or sometimes when I'm curled up on the couch surrounded by children and a good book. (Did I mention we homeschool?)
So after full days of keeping home and caring for my family, I stay up way too late and write about the blessings of my life. Those reflections on finding grace in the profoundly ordinary? I've made it a habit to share them on my blog, evlogia.
You can find me at evlogia or at my curriculum website, Ages of Grace. (Just another writing project underway.) I'm in the midst of writing an Orthodox homeschool curriculum, first through twelfth grade. Over two hundred families are using the curriculum in its first year and all sales benefit the building of an Orthodox mission in North Texas.
I look forward to meeting you here again and again.
Tremendous power lies hidden in the smallness of a single word. Seemingly insignficant, a word holds within itself the power to encourage or to unleash the demon of despair. All of creation came into being by the Word. It seems God's creative example holds within itself the greatest model for the human tongue.
In a house full of children, a mother has to wake up early to hear the silence. An hour before sunrise, an alarm set quiet wakes me from sleep. That's when I open my eyes and I listen. I make sure no one's stirring, make certain this house lies covered in a blanket of hush. And knowing the smallest sound, the slightest stir, will raise it from sleep, I pull a book of prayer off my nightstand, bury myself under blankets and feign sleep.