June 2, 2026 // Tuesday of the Ninth Week in Ordinary Time // Optional Memorial of Saints Marcellinus and Peter, Martyrs

Read the Word // Open your Bible to today’s Psalm: Psalm 90:2, 3-4, 10, 14, and 16

Reflect on the Word // 

Utterly drained, I climbed into bed, turned my heart toward the Lord, and let the tears come. Nothing was seriously wrong—just a hard, ordinary day: congested traffic, school calls, messes from the littlest one, sibling squabbles, and a to-do list left unfinished. In more moments than I’d like, I lacked the virtue to carry it well.

These are my days. This life with my family is what I longed for, yet its demands draw out my impatience. Too often, my vices outweigh my gratitude—and I find myself in tears.

I relate to the words of the psalmist in today’s Responsorial Psalm: “Seventy is the sum of our years, or eighty, if we are strong, And most of them are fruitless toil, for they pass quickly and we drift away” (Psalm 90:10).

They are the perfect expression of what I feel at this moment. But I do not want to wallow, nor to remain focused on myself and my brokenness. I want light. I want the fruit that comes from abiding in God’s vine. And so my tears become my gift of prayer to my Lord.

Aloud I say (reminding myself), “In every age, O Lord, you have been [my] refuge” (Psalm 90:1). I cling to the promise of that refrain.

As I pray, I picture myself at daybreak, waiting for God’s kindness to come and shine upon me. Light splits the horizon, and I plead that it may also split my weary heart.

Sister, emptiness is difficult—especially when a season lasts longer than we’d like. But emptiness has a purpose too. It makes room to be filled. The question is what we will pour into our ache. There is only one true remedy for our pain; it lies waiting for us in the refuge of Jesus.

Relate to the Lord // Make this Psalm your prayer today: “In every age, O Lord, you have been [my] refuge” (Psalm 90:1).