Frances Smit
My Story
Moving to the United States with my family as a child indoctrinated me in ways to begin again. The a-b-c foreign language, never-seen-before foods, unfamiliar culture, and other-worldly attire offered sink-or-swim lessons in adapting.
When I became a parent without examples or understanding from childhood to draw upon -- from what is a tooth fairy to where Santa lives to why the Easter bunny brings a basket and what’s in said basket -- I learned by doing, making mistakes and doing again.
When I became a Catholic -- with its own language, rituals, rites and culture -- this fish-out-of-water learned by doing everything wrong, asking around, and learning.
From the jaws of debilitating depression I put one step after another in prayer to a place of greater freedom.
In baptizing me in ways of new beginnings, God shows me that every day and in every circumstance, God offers us ways to begin again. No matter our past shame and current pain, the God of all Wisdom extends ways forward. Because
With God, there's always MORE.






