Prayer
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This past Monday, October 7th, was the Memorial of Our Lady of the Rosary. The rosary has been a light for me, bringing me closer to our Lord, and His life. However, the history of the feast day is interesting and I share about it below which I sourced from the website Catholic culture.org: This
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Cast all your worries upon Him, because He cares for you. 1 Peter 7 The Lord has been calling me to a place of greater trust and surrender. A place where I open my heart to Him, and He fills it with His love. And, through the grace of God, it is poured out from
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As the days grow shorter, I fall unto You. The air beckons with its crisp, clean breeze and brushes my cheek lifting my thoughts upward. It cannot be seen but felt, the change in the air; the nights are longer and the days are shorter, fall is here. To fall unto You in scripture, letting
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Prayer is a wondrous thing, it is a connection that runs deep and is vast, like the universe itself. It is hard to comprehend all the intricacies that are within; all the unspoken words, all the unknown hurts, all the hopes and dreams, the deep longings of the human heart, but the Lord knows. That
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“Amen, I say to you, if you have faith the size of a mustard seed, you will say to this mountain, move from here to there and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you.” Matthew 17:20 I bring the Lord what I have, a tiny droplet of water, He accepts it and He
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I am changed by the One who doesn’t change. He is the same yesterday, today, and always, Jesus. This is how I feel after attending the National Eucharist Congress in Indianapolis last week. I am so grateful for this experience where 60,000 pilgrims came together to praise, honor, and worship the Lord. In the midst
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“Perhaps, it was for a time like this that you became queen?”, words from Mordecai to Queen Esther, Esther 4:14, calling her forward in prayer, in fasting, and in courage. Words that are still relevant. Today, I begin the Pilgrimage to the National Eucharistic Congress in Indianapolis. The last one was in Minneapolis in 1941.
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I feel that peace has left me and anxiety has returned. It has happened a little each day until I now find myself unsettled and restless. It is like being tossed around in a turbulent ocean. Thoughts from the past vie for my attention, current worries surface and the future makes me anxious. It is
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Arise, my friend, my beautiful one, and come! My dove in the clefts of the rock, in the secret recesses of the cliff, Let me see your face, let me hear your voice, For your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely.” Song of Songs 2:14 I struggle with seeing myself as God sees
Fears and Tears 