surrender
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The sweet smell of rose petals linger in the air, while the tears of a Mother fall to the ground. Her heart is pierced with many thorns and her steps are marked with suffering. She offers everything to the Father; her breath, her heartbeats, her life, all belongs to Him. Her words are spoken in
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Like many parts of the country, there is a lack of rainfall where I live. When there is a lack of water, the dry areas become exposed. This has been true for my yard. The yard has a sprinkler system, but it does not reach all the zones. It was not noticeable until this summer
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The Lord has shown me this week that when I am honest with myself and admit that I need help, that is when things begin to change. When I hold tight to them, keeping those areas hidden, with the thought that I alone can change them, very little happens. Do you want to rise? Begin
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Thank you for all your prayers for my son. I have a calm around me that can only be explained by much prayer. He is scheduled for surgery tomorrow and I know that it will be ok and he will be in good hands. The Lord has shown me in this how He is always
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I found myself awake at 3:00am with discouraging words assailing me the night before Mother’s day. So submit yourselves to God, resist the devil, and he will flee from you. James 4:7 When this happens, I tend to go to Mary, my mother, and pray the Hail Mary prayer; saying the words echoed by the
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“From a Distance”, a song by Bette Midler has been echoing in my mind lately. Just those three words – “From a Distance”, which describes my life once we made the decision to move out of state several years ago from our extended family. We would see each other every year or every other year,
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My journey continues into the desert. I have felt despair and discouragement as I trek further into the dry, arid land. An anxiety has overtaken me and I am restless and uneasy. An awareness comes to me, and I bring this to the Lord. I say, “Lord, I turn to You, whom is all good
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Almost ten years ago, I ventured to a small village in Bosnia called Medjugorje, where I had some incredible experiences. It was here that I met St. Veronica. It happened while I was climbing Cross Mountain. I had fear before the climb because the mountain was steep and the path rocky. We did this climb
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The Lord has shown me that when I open my arms to His will, beautiful things happen. He draws me in closer to His love. He shows me that love is all around and given in abundance. I was touched many times this past week with an outpouring of gifts for my birthday. The gift
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Do you trust Me? It seems like God is asking me this question at this time. When you get to the heart of the matter, it is – Do you love Me? When I moved here years ago, I began to receive words from the Lord. The words would repeat themselves and I would write
Fears and Tears 