I’ve got to hand it to you guys: you are so, so creative. I have a lot of friends who are teens, since I work with teens full-time and volunteer at my parish’s youth ministry. And I love watching my newsfeeds blow up with these crazy, over-the-top “promposals.” You know, […]
Q: I loved your last blog where Catholic women shared how they met their husbands after years of wondering if they would find the right one. Do you think that men feel the same way about finding their future wives? A: I do! I say so not because I can […]
I didn’t realize that God was entrusting responsibility to me through my use of money. I believed that money was ‘out of my control’, ‘the root of all evil’, that I would always be running out it, and that to know too much about money meant I had made an idol of it.
So, instead of wondering whether I needed to go to Mass, I began wondering whether I wanted to go to Mass. In other words, did God give us the Mass because it truly makes our lives better? Because if He did, then it should be high up on my priorities.
The apostles had each other for support; what makes us any different? I have been blessed to have multiple men in my life that love and support me, but the one that stands out, who is second only to my dad is my friend, David. When I met David, he was my Core Member. Now, David's a real brother to me. Here's what happened...
As we move through Holy Week in a way the Church never has before and might never again, I pray that our hope will rest in God alone. If we hope only in the goodness of situations or the favorable outcomes that might befall us, I think we’ll always be disappointed. But if we hope in God and His infinite goodness, we will never be let down.
_________________________________ The “Sharing the Faith” Life Teen Blog series features testimonies of core members who find creative ways to live out the Gospel in their unique vocational fields. _________________________________ Your walls may not be able to talk, but what if I told you they could evangelize? Fresh out of […]
Aside from me being identified as a Mexican immigrant, Hispanic, a microbiologist, a DREAMER, what matters the most is how I identify myself first: a daughter of God; a saint in the making; a citizen of my true home, heaven.
God showed me His glory in unexpected ways through my summer job. If I didn’t pay attention or surrender my work to Him, I would’ve missed it.
