Suffering refines us, as we endure it, and it refines all of humanity, as we leave it at the foot of the cross, our own small pebble added to a cairn the size of the whole world.
Acedia is a near-constant spiritual battle that is uniquely pertinent to the days we are living through … even if you don’t happen to be a third-century hermit.
As we raise our children, we try to remember that we are their stewards for the time being. This practice is a little more intensified when your child nears the brink of death, and is brought back to life again.
You’ve probably heard the phrase “offer it up” as a super-Catholic, sometimes flippant response to life’s problems. If you’ve ever wondered what it actually means, this is the post for you.
A couple months ago an unexpected wave of special needs grief hit me like a ton of bricks during Mass. Here’s why, and here’s what I did about it.
Sometimes discernment is hard. But sometimes, God just throws up his hands and does it for you. (Twice, if necessary.)
Brokenness lived under the blessing is transformed into a gift, not a burden. Every year in Lourdes, I get to relearn this.
This is not a simplistic “God never closes a door without opening a window” speech. It’s just a reminder that a negative (or absent) response does not have to mean the end of a relationship with God.
Staring into the abyss without clinging tightly to the hand of God is a dangerous game. He’s calling me back to his side now. Take my hand, dear daughter. It’s time to cling again.