It has been on my heart to make my first writing piece about feeling distant from God. I held off on writing this piece until now because after countless times of praying to feel God’s presence and answers, He made something known to me. I haven’t had it easy for the past two years. I was trying to heal from heartbreak and 2017 felt like the worst year of my life. I had a lot of trouble feeling God’s love and God’s presence in my life during that year and I would constantly p

Authenticity is so hard. I often struggle to be completely real with people. This is a common struggle that most of us deal with every day. However, sometimes a fear of being genuine reveals deeper insecurities in us. Recently I’ve been discovering that somewhere along my life journey I started believing a lie. A lie that I was only lovable if I presented certain images of myself to people. I remember being a little girl and trying to be as cute as I could so that my siblings

“For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted; a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing…” -Ecclesiastes 3:1-22 Season

When my siblings and I were little, my Mom used to make us pull weeds with her in the summer. We have two long flower garden beds in our front yard, and we would divide the gardens into five sections so that each of us kids would have an equal amount to pull weeds. Despite my mother’s instructions, we weren’t very thorough. We’d just pull the top portion of the weeds and then most of the roots would stay in the ground, only producing more weeds within a week or two. But then

From the beginning of our life to the very end, there is a father, who loves us, protects us, and reminds us of who we are. They are our fathers, men who have dedicated their lives to the service of their own. The love of a father is not measured nor is it questioned. A father serves for a very long time; but a time of joy it is. The title, “Father,” is one of the most important and special titles any man can receive in his lifetime. In our Catholic lives, we are given many o

Open hands, eyes looking down towards us with compassion and love, a face that is beautiful that seems to be untouched while having the image of maternal love and a pureness of heart, all of which cannot fully describe our Mother Mary. The mother of Jesus, the virgin, the Immaculate Conception, the holy one and the purest are just a few of the ideas I encountered growing up. Although I was taught these things I never really knew who she really was. Mary in my life was just th