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Power in the Smallness
So much of my prayer life craves the grandiose—the big, booming voice from the heavens or the wild winds that hum in resolution. You know, the stuff you read about...
When It Comes to Love, Practice Makes Perfect
The bathroom counter is a minefield of Sparkle Crest toothpaste for the third time this week. Globs drip from the faucet and streak the front of the cabinet. A neon...
Sinless Life?
I wear a gold cross around my neck every day. I am aware of its presence just as others are aware. I fiddle with my cross. I catch their glance...
The Stories We Tell
I love telling stories about my dad. Like the time my family went tubing in the rapids, and he called my sister “the lamest” when she flipped him over, and...
Who We Are and Who We Aren't
"Who are you?" . . . "I am not the Christ" (John 1:20). When I first read these words uttered by Saint John the Baptist, it's the feast of Christ...
Eyes on Theotokos
I kind of hate New Year's. First of all, I fall into a deep post-Christmas slump most years during this in-between week. The shine of the hyper-commercialized frenzy that is...
Light, Life, and Truth for 2019
How easy is it, sisters, to believe what the world tells us about Our Savior, Jesus Christ? People in society have molded Him into a convenient spokesperson who justifies our...
Celebrating With Virtue
In the Christmas season, I often want to celebrate in a way that masks any underlying pain. I push down vulnerability in order to put on my holiday smile and...
Like Honey to My Soul
If I’m being completely honest, I kind of zone out when I hear the word 'commandment.' Whether that be at Mass as the readings are read, or in my own...
Let the Light Trickle In
My four years of undergrad were spent in an intricate relationship with light. As a photography major, steeped in the arduous process of developing pictures by hand, I was intricately...
(Insert Your Name), the Beloved
Do you remember a time in your life when you felt greatly loved? I was about eight years old and my dad was taking me out on our first Daddy-Daughter...
Jesus' "How-To" Guide
I spent hours, if not days, agonizing over future conversations. I used to feel almost sick, as the stomach knots grew tighter, while thinking about just the right words so...
