The kind of love that hurts
The encouraging words of the nurses became distant and faint to me as I pushed with all my strength to give birth to our daughter. The ninety minutes that went … Continue Reading →
"In my deepest wound, Lord, I saw your glory, and it dazzled me."~St. Augustine
The encouraging words of the nurses became distant and faint to me as I pushed with all my strength to give birth to our daughter. The ninety minutes that went … Continue Reading →
Father Dan, a long time and good friend of our family, had just said Holy Mass in our home the day prior to my dream…a dream about my father and … Continue Reading →
It had been a long time since I dreamt of my Dad and I missed it. I missed seeing him and hearing his voice, even in a dream or any … Continue Reading →
I’m standing in a crowd and I think I see you. I hear someone’s voice that sounds just like yours, that deep strong voice that is engraved so deep in … Continue Reading →
“There I stood in the center of the square as my Father took my picture. I was seven years old and had just received Jesus for the first time and … Continue Reading →
We see the world with our eyes and the eyes can see so much, even into the soul. But the eyes of man can deceive and the eyes can judge … Continue Reading →
So you feel alone, isolated, neglected, rejected, left to yourself, unloved…like an orphan. I once also felt this way, the day I lost my father to cancer. I felt abandoned, … Continue Reading →
Many women pray “Lord send me a good man,” instead of praying “Lord make me a good woman, worthy of that man.” I once had this mindset too, until I … Continue Reading →
As a young girl, I always used to believe that the end of a fairy tale where the princess is saved by the prince, always would apply to real life. … Continue Reading →
Deep in the stillness and peace of my dream, my father held me up in a tight embrace, swaying me back and forth in a dance. There was no music … Continue Reading →