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I am a returned Catholic. I spent many hours sitting on these rocks while recovering my faith.

I left the faith wounded and immature. I didn’t want to return and start receiving the sacraments again, until I went through re-learning what a new Catholic would learn. So I spent several weeks going through the Journey of Faith pamphlets, asking Fr. M. questions, and listening until I felt that I could return with a mature faith that would sustain me in adversity.

I no longer live in New Albin, but it will always keep a part of my heart–the people, the prayers, and wandering down that Old Army Road in the picture. I could walk along the Mississippi and from Iowa see both Minnesota and Wisconsin. I could look up and see majestic eagles rising and dipping toward the water. And I could feel the presence of God.