In 2020, God gave me a dream in which I came to a cross-roads. The path to the left was a beautifully paved path, winding through a butterfly meadow... But the path to the right? That was a hard path. It led steeply downhill, and into a dark and scary forest, like Mirkwood from The Lord of the Rings. Also, the path itself? Full of rocks. A difficult descent. Nope, Nope, Nope! But in the dream, Jesus was standing at the crossroad and reaching out His hand to walk with me down

At Christmas time, we talk and sing a lot about Mary, but do we ever give much thought to Joseph?