My mother was my first home. She kept me in the cove of her womb while she washed dishes and swayed to music in a language I would one day learn. Her body was the first state I lived in. A vessel of transport which cared to walk barefoot for the feeling of earth against … Continue reading My mother was my first home.
When We Find the Empty Tomb.
It’s strange to think of a world without the Risen Jesus. After all, JPII says, “We are an Easter People”, so we were created to know and live in the light of the Resurrection. But what does that really mean? I can sometimes live as if the Risen Lord doesn’t exist. Like His body still … Continue reading When We Find the Empty Tomb.
April I.
I’m out here in this pew asking you what I should do, because I ache for everything and nothing. It all feels empty- like my chest is a cavern, and canyons cover my lungs. Like my heart bears craters as the moon, and my skull is enveloped by branches of barren trees. I would do most anything to know how … Continue reading April I.
Sabbatum Sanctum
On this eve before You rise, I mourn. I mourn losses, disappointments, the void of things I’ve never known. But I grieve with the hope You bring in the morning. From darkness to light, With an empty room. -aac
March I.
Most days I wish I was braver than I am. I think of when I was younger and how I painted my life, how I hoped I’d be. Praying for beauty and bravery, without really knowing what either of those things really were. I’ve been searching for it though. Opening books, doors, and wounds in … Continue reading March I.
February IV.
What was the name You called me? It was so kind, so sweet, so heart-wrenching. I heard you say it as You called out to me. A broken echo pulsing through the air, seeping into my skin, breaking into my bones. That name. Claiming and tender. Like maybe I am good, and loved, and beautiful … Continue reading February IV.
Veritas
Jesus, I would rather live in the vastness of the desert with You than enter into the most excruciatingly beautiful oasis without You. -aac This is somehow both a fact and a prayer. I have times where I can say this as undeniable truth - that I would go anywhere my Lord calls me, no … Continue reading Veritas
February III.
While I wait in this space between what I want and a hope for Heaven, I am reminded of how often He waits for me. Patiently, perfectly, and without hesitation or resentment. Even as I wade off in the distance trading my heartache for just another kind of pain, He hopes for me. He knows … Continue reading February III.
February II.
A reflection. When I decided to start writing new epiphanies, I really wanted to spend time in prayer asking God for a theme each month. But honestly, this month I didn't even reach that stage. I just began to write and knew that Jesus was asking me to ponder, to sit with this idea of … Continue reading February II.
February I.
Oh Jesus, why have You called me into this waiting? A season of hope-mixed anxiety, for fear of placing down surrender that could go unfulfilled. I ache in this place of not knowing, not seeing, not feeling, not tasting. The hurt ripping small pieces of me apart because I struggle to cling to Your garment. … Continue reading February I.
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