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Handing On What is Important
“I handed on to you as of first importance what I also received.” // 1 Corinthians 15:3 Walls of snow lined the sides of the newly plowed streets as our...
Learning Loving Obedience
“Obedience is better than sacrifice, and submission than the fat of rams.” // 1 Samuel 15:22 Chop, chop, chop. The crisp sound of the knife sliding through the potatoes calms...
Conquering the World With Him
“And his commandments are not burdensome, for whoever is begotten by God conquers the world.” // 1 John 5:4 Streetlights flickered in the window of my friend’s house as I...
He Was Born For You
“So they went in haste and found Mary and Joseph, and the infant lying in the manger.” // Luke 2:16 (from the Mass at Dawn) I tiptoe up the stairs...
Renouncing All for Him
Tears filled my eyes as I struggled to nurse my three-week-old daughter. Our visiting parents had left town, my husband was on campus taking graduate classes, and I was home...
Bearing His Sacred Wounds
The scars glared back at me from the mirror, and I remembered how they had once been open wounds in my breasts, oozing puss from idiopathic granulomatous mastitis. During my...
He Has Strengthened Me
The subject line in an email from Jenna Guizar stood out boldly: “Theological Editors.” I tapped the screen and skimmed the words. My heart racing, I read it again. Jenna...
What Have You to Do with Us?
My head was bent in shame as I named my sin aloud to the priest, tears streaming down my cheeks. I was on a retreat in my Senior year of...
Delivered from the Slavery of Sin
The sign at the trailhead read: “Warning: Strenuous.” “Do you think the kids can do it?” I asked my husband. We looked down the the wooded, rocky trail which twisted...
Mixing in the Yeast
“Thomas!” I call to my five-year-old son, “I am mixing yeast into flour and water!” He charges into the kitchen, a knowledgeable look in his eyes. “I did that at...
You Knit Me in My Mother's Womb
The summer sun was already hot in the sky as my mom and I walked up the block to the seven o’clock morning Mass. My heart swelled with happiness: it...
The Lord's Pruning Hands
Snip! I held the garden clippers in my hand and watched the branch drop to the ground amongst the fallen autumn leaves. I continued to scrutinize the crabapple tree for...
