What is WDYSTWA?


[never stop asking the question]

This question is a question I ask and will continue to ask as long as I am on this spiritual journey toward the most generous heart of God, my Abba.

I encourage you to ask Him, in regard to your own identity. Here's why:

In the gospel of Matthew, Jesus is in Caesare'a Philip'pi with his disciples and asks of them, "Who do men say that the Son of Man is?" And they said, "Some say John the Baptist, others say Elijah, and others Jeremiah or one of the prophets." He said to them, "But who do you say that I am?"

That right there. That is a question, that is THE question. Jesus wants to know the answer to that question from each and every single one of us. When he asks it only Simon, brother of Andrew has a response. He answers and shocks even himself with this transcendent truth that he proclaims to the group:

"You are the Christ, the Son of the living God."

And Jesus answers him, "Blessed are you, Simon, son of John! For flesh and blood has not revealed this to you, but my Father who is in heaven." (Because of Simon's bold proclamation of truth here, knowledge given straight from the Father's heart, Jesus gives Him a leadership role much like the one He himself holds, a first among equals, He bestows on him the authoritarian role over Christ's Church. [I have a blogpost where I will explain quite a bit more in detail about the truth and historical significance of this inauguration of Simon-Peter.]) "And I tell you, you are Peter (Jesus actually said "Cephas" which means "crag of rock" in Aramaic, which is the language spoken by Jesus, later it was translated into Greek for the New Testament, "Petra", surprise! it also means rock, haha.) and on this rock I will build my Church, and the gates of Hell shall not prevail against it. I will give you the keys of the kingdom of heaven, and whatever you bind on earth shall be bound in heaven, and whatever you loose on earth shall be loosed in heaven."

My profound, investigative spiritual journey began sometime around the beginning of 2015, when I lost my dad to lung disease. I was a mess. I was scared. Traumatized. But mainly I was hungry for God's universal Truths to make sense. I wanted His will for my life  but I didn't know what that was and deeply, I just had this longing for everything, or at least, the major things to make sense again. It had been so long since everything I believed fit together and I could explain my beliefs. I missed it, and I believed I had a responsibility especially because of the kids He gave me, I needed to know what was the what-what?! Ya know?

 That part is kind of hard to explain but if you stick around, hopefully a good deal of my writings will help you make sense of it all. If not, maybe it'll be enjoyable to read anyway.

Especially considering that this super-sheltered, home-schooled, rural-raised in Ohio, cradle-pentecostal/evangelical chick turned preacher's-kid's-wife at age 18, mama to 3 extreme kiddos with some extra-special, super-sensory needs, raising them in a giant city, while trying to cope with an auto-immune, chronic pain syndrome; I'm a recovering codependent enabler, a photo-journalistic-self-employed photographer on sabbatical until I can work out my crazy...we'll see...but mainly just have been trying to figure out how to make it out of this place alive, and that's when out of NOWHERE, I was led straight into the heart of the Catholic Church, to the arms of Jesus, wide-open He ran to me and I to Him, embraced by Him through His gift of the Eucharist, I can never let go.

I'm souled.

This is the place to read about how in the "what-the-what?" (as my 5-year-old says) that could have and did happen...

(Also, I really love puns. I'm in my early thirties but my sister has grown fond of calling me an 80-year-old man because of my love of puns. You'll just have to suffer through.)


"You can have no greater sign of confirmed pride than when you think you are humble enough."—C.S. Lewis, The Problem of Pain