That’s where I was about a year and a half ago. I was still going to Church every Sunday, and I was involved in a youth group, but I wasn’t praying as much. Life slowly became less about loving God and loving the people around me, and more about what I wanted. Sin, and one form of sin in particular, started to make its way back into my life.
Our society has conditioned us as young women to believe that the more skin we show the more empowered we become. But this could not be further from the truth.
Valentine’s day celebrates love, the expression of God’s own nature.
For that hour of worship, the Church celebrates as one family. We stand eternally united and infinitely treasured, closer than ever before.
I want us to have such an understanding of the profound gift of motherhood that we can look at the young moms, single moms, working moms, and stay-at-home moms in my life with awe at the radical beauty that is their motherhood.
The saints lived incredible, heroic, nearly unbelievable moments because their love for God was just as radical in those moments as it was in the most un-incredible moments of their lives.
Sainthood isn’t just for the old or religious!
We have become so absorbed with ourselves and our image that we forget about the other person right next to us.
A teen girl led a Life Night on a Sunday night at our parish, and a room full of people learned more about an issue they hadn’t know much about before. Then those people went home, learned more, spread the word, and prayed.
And in the middle of the week that followed, that same teen girl got a message from a missionary named Ebie, working in the Philippines, who said that a local pimp had a change of heart for no apparent reason, and hand delivered three young girls to the doorstep of their mission house.
