I AM my brother’s keeper


Today’s post is brought to you by the power of technology because, frankly, technology can be pretty amazing.
Specifically, a piece of mail or a package arrives at my post office box, and I receive a text message on my smartphone notifying me to come retrieve it. Yesterday, I received such a text, so after school, to the post office we went.
The lone irritant about this otherwise brilliant notification process is that the text messages arrive whether I have received five long-awaited packages or one piece of thankless junk mail – the system doesn’t discriminate – so some days it’s obviously fruitful to take the detour to the post office and others the trek beyond our regular route feels like a waste, culminating with yet another cable solicitation torn up and tossed in the recycle bin.
Yesterday’s sojourn, while not fruitful mail-wise, instigated one of those unexpected “teachable moments” with my children, so I don’t count it all as loss

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Heather Anderson Renshaw is on a mission to bring Jesus to the godforsaken Pacific Northwest one Divine Mercy Chaplet at a time. A devoted wife and mother to five, Heather notoriously bites off more than she can chew in the name of the New Evangelization. Heather is a speaker, writer, event founder, radio show producer + host, liturgical musician, and reluctant minivan chauffeur. An on-fire revert to the faith, Heather enjoys the buzz of a busy coffee shop, the blessed silence of an Adoration chapel, all things Italy, and avoiding matching socks at all cost.