Author Archives: Rachel Peach

In less than a month, I’ll be in Rome for the summer, preparing for final vows. The reality hasn’t quite sunk in yet, but something in my heart feels ready. It’s been three years since I renewed my temporary vows. … Continue reading →

What do you see Mary? What does the world look like through your eyes? How do you see pain, suffering, and loneliness? How do you see struggle and difficulty? How did your life change from the experience of holding baby … Continue reading →

“See, I am doing something new! Now it springs forth, do you not perceive it? In the wilderness I make a way, in the wastelands, rivers” (Isaiah 43:19). I am making all things new… Do you not perceive it? Where … Continue reading →

What is it that happens when I contemplate Christ crucified? Something in me- deep in my being, my soul- is activated. I no longer experience fear, worry, and passing things weighing me down. Somehow I am lifted above that because … Continue reading →

Putting sacristy items away one morning after mass, something caught my eye as I passed by the tabernacle. Was I imagining something, or had I seen a reflection? Those 10 seconds of curiosity became the source of days of prayer: … Continue reading →

“ i Love You mis Queen” A very energetic kindergarten student marched up to me one morning, holding out her hand with a wrinkled post-it note. I was just popping my head into their classroom, but as soon as she … Continue reading →

We had already gone 4 days without ink in the community printer. The first “to do” for my Saturday morning was to go out and get some more. After breakfast, Patricia came up to me and mentioned wanting to go … Continue reading →

Making conversation with a three year old can be a little interesting. Especially when you’re trying to walk them back to their classroom while distracting them from the fact they’re separated from their parents. Their insights, however, are often off … Continue reading →

There were probably 15 or 20 of them: smiling, squiggling, four year olds. It was their turn to visit Jesus, exposed in the monstrance for First Friday adoration at Northwoods Catholic School. And it was me and them for the … Continue reading →

“I don’t understand!” A whiney voice from the back of the 12 passenger van. I turned around. I wasn’t sure what my 9 year old brother was talking about. “What is it, Isaiah?” 11 people. 12 passenger van. 7 hour … Continue reading →