by Leah Perrault | Jun 7, 2017
My sister had an old dead tree tattooed on her arm. She always meant to have dark clouds filled in behind it, but she didn’t get the chance. I asked her why a dead tree and not a living one; she said it was because she had seen the dark and the dead and gotten through...
by Leah Perrault | Apr 19, 2017
Easter has arrived and we have celebrated the resurrection. I have small bits of foil all over my house as evidence. The stone has been rolled away and Jesus is not there. The empty cross proclaims the good news and ushers me into a fifty-day season for practicing...
by Leah Perrault | Apr 4, 2017
Over the last couple of weeks, I have had several interesting conversations about complaining. One friend gave up complaining for Lent. (It is not going very well, in her opinion.) Someone else was telling me about how hard they are finding things at the moment and...
by Leah Perrault | Mar 13, 2017
I have been wading barefoot into silence for the last several weeks, not having adequate words for the weight of things. Just days after writing about carrying each other, our world crashed into silence with the delivery of our baby at just ten weeks. We held her tiny...
by Leah Perrault | Feb 2, 2017
Listening to the news on my way home the other day, I switched off the radio when tears were falling down my face and I could not carry any more of the world’s suffering. Six families in Quebec are fatherless this weekend. Refugees all over the world will wait...
by Leah Perrault | Jan 19, 2017
Photo Credit: Jon Hansen I carved out a bit more space this season as a response to a God who whispered for it. For months, I have known that I needed it. But I didn’t know what I needed it for. I was actually a bit afraid that I might be missing something, that...
Leah Perrault
Leah Perrault has served as the Director of Pastoral Services for the Roman Catholic Diocese of Saskatoon since 2007. When she’s not busy with her day job, she speaks, consults and writes on the side. She is blessed (or cursed, depending on the day) with words that cannot be contained. These words find a home at retreats, schools, conferences, book clubs, board meetings, church groups, articles, books and ~ hopefully ~ in the hearts of those who hear and read them.