Happiness is different from a constant deep joy that is a fruit of the Holy Spirit, but happiness is a start, and I am grateful for its simplicity.
Category: Everyday Faith
Dry those tears and learn to trust
Do you trust in Our Lord Do you trust in His promises? Do you trust in His plans for you? Do you trust in Our Lady’s ability to intercede for you? Do you?
Then dry your tears and say your prayers again. This time not just with the words on your lips, but with all that is within you and with the deepest surrender of your heart.
Trust makes all the difference.
What we need when the going gets tough
In our times of greatest trial on this Earth, in the moments we think we can’t take another step on the difficult journey of our lives, we have to stop looking down at the dusty trail before us and look up at the hope in the people with whom God has surrounded us.
Lessons from a backseat driver
In the practice of surrendering control … the very things I find most difficult to hand over are the things that draw me closer to Him.
Sparking childlike awe of Our Lord
The true wonder of the world lies not in earthly discoveries, but in the Eucharist, a palpable Love that can ignite us from within if we strive to approach it with the awe of a child.
Starting summer off right
We really trusted that Our Lady would simply take care of us. And she did, with a reassuring sign to boot. I will never doubt the intercession of Our Lady through the Rosary again.
Clinging to the hand of Our Blessed Mother
Here on Earth, mothers provide for the basic needs of our children as they grow. We hold out our hands for them as they test their ability to stand up and then walk forward. Sometimes they fall, but Mom is always there, offering her hand. Our Blessed Mother does the same for us interiorly as we step out with trust, shakily at first, into the lives Our Lord wills for us.
The older we get the more childlike we become
Growing older is inevitable for each of us, and facing our unavoidable mortality is just part of being human. Interestingly, the older we get the more childlike we become, in our physical and mental limitations, which can help us toward the goal of attaining humility in our spiritual lives.
How we know the price He paid
A beautiful Crucifix hangs on the wall in our bedroom. It reminds me of the one I picked out at the gift shop at Holy Hill, Basilica and National Shrine of Mary Help of Christians, in Hubertus, Wis., where my family attended Mass each Sunday when I was a girl.
How to finish the race of a lifetime
The race is the quintessential metaphor of the journey of life itself, of the struggle toward holiness in the heart of every soul trying to follow our Lord to Heaven.