You’re Not Doing It Wrong
“I don’t hear Jesus. I ask Him questions and I just get silence. What am I doing wrong?” “Everyone else hears Him, there must be something wrong with me.” “He doesn’t talk to me the way He talks to you.…
Our Lady – Mary, Mystical Rose
I have always had an affinity for flowers. Any flowers… tulips, daisies, pansies, all are my favorites. I enjoy buying them, giving them, receiving them, planting them in my yard and having them in my home. I love the fragrance…
Christ, Bridegroom of The Garden
We as women are reflections of The Bride of Christ. As living representatives, we have an obligation to fulfill the role that has been given to us. With Christ as our eternal spouse, in the spirit we can birth beauty…
The Particularity of Divine Mercy
Happy the soul that has trusted in your goodness and has abandoned herself completely to your mercy. Her soul is filled with the peace of love. You defend her everywhere as your own child. – Saint Maria Faustina Kowalska Decades…
The Grace of Forgiveness
Made in the image and likeness of God is a phrase which is thrown around quite casually in Christian circles these days. If we are truly made in His likeness, then it would suffice to say that we are “like…
Compassion at the Cross
For it was not to angels that God subjected the world to come, of which we are speaking… Now in putting everything in subjection to him, he left nothing outside his control. As it is, we do not yet see…
The Mercy of Kintsugi
There is an ancient Japanese practice called kintsugi (“golden joinery”). In this cultural tradition, when a piece of pottery or dishware breaks, the broken pieces are not thrown out, but glued back together and the cracks are painted in with…
Who Jesus Says You Are
The most insidious and damaging identity lie victims of sexual abuse believe is that they are forever stained and disgraced; not just physically but in in the very core of their being and dignity as a woman. “He robbed me…
Christ’s Love is My Analgesic
“My Beloved is a sachet of myrrh lying between my breasts.” The Bridegroom, Song of Songs 1:13 The Cross of my Bridegroom is the sachet of myrrh lying within my heart. I am reminded of this sachet of myrrh every time…
Gift of Tears
For as long as I can remember, I have always been a cryer. I remember being in middle school and crying at the Kodak commercials; in high school, sobbing in the theater when I went to see the movie, E.T.…
The Memory
“I remember the devotion of your youth, how you loved me as a bride, following me in the wilderness in a land unsown “ Jeremiah 2:2 This past week, at the end of the Christmas season, my parish was in…
Memories of Epiphany
My body was already weak with exhaustion and grief when they placed His body in my arms, nevertheless, I cradled Him, supporting His head, just as I had 33 years earlier. My baby, my son, my heart. I washed His…