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Real Lighted Candles or You're a Flop
Today is one of those days when social media can make Catholic women everywhere feel like losers before they’re even done with their morning coffee. “My daughter didn’t wake everyone...
Am I Not Here, Who Is Your Mother?
I spent a lot of evenings in tears my first semester of college. Night after night I plodded through the hall in my pajamas and slippers and downstairs to the...
Love Yourself Like He Does
"Like a shepherd he feeds his flock; in his arms he gathers the lambs, Carrying them in his bosom, and leading the ewes with care" (Isaiah 40:11). I sat in...
Down Through the Rooftop, Click, Click, Click
The paralyzed man is healed, body and soul, because his friends were an unstoppable force of getting this guy to Jesus. He can’t walk there? No problem. They get a...
He Meets Us in the Desert
Have you been wearing a “robe of mourning and misery” (Baruch 5:1)? Have you shed tears over broken relationships? Have you grown weary from long seasons of waiting? Has your...
Leaning in to Our Mother
“Hello?” my mother’s voice sings as she picks up my call. “Hi, Mama!” “You sound tired,” she immediately diagnoses me. Surprised, I start soul searching, “Oh really?” “Yes. I can...
Life According to God
According to my life plan, I would be well enough to have another child right now. I would have a thriving art business with specific days and times dedicated to...
Remembering My Rock
It was November 1st, All Saints’ Day, and—true confession—I did not want to go to Mass. I was exhausted from a day’s teaching and from being a mom; attending the...
Why Are You Looking at Me, Lord?
I shook my head as I listened to one more news clip about a tragedy that happened earlier that morning. Normally, I try to keep a positive attitude, but sometimes...
Finding Lasting Joy
The twinkle lights. The tree. Shiny ornaments. Fresh cookies. Cheerful music. Happy movies. Warm get-togethers. Laughter. Love. That was my Christmas season—even my Advent season—as a young child, and I...
Unworthy But Healed
"Lord, I am not worthy . . . but only say the word and my soul shall be healed" (Matthew 8:8). At every Mass, each word of that prayer hung...
Already, But Not Yet
And so it begins. Advent. A season of waiting—of preparing our hearts for the marvelous gift of Emmanuel, our Hope. We wait, patiently, for our Light in the darkness. But...
