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I used to downplay the power of the rosary. I used to think that it wasn’t a “powerful” form of prayer. I was very wrong.
Internally, I yelled at God that I felt like He was ignoring me. Couldn’t He see how hard I tried? So why was prayer so difficult? Why wasn’t He acknowledging me? Did He even care?
Liturgy of the Hours: a Catholic, ancient form of prayer that used to intimidate the heck out of me. I walked into our campus’ chapel once to find our priests and FOCUS missionaries praying morning prayer, one of the parts of Liturgy of the Hours. I optimistically tried to follow […]
The first foundational thing I learned about prayer actually came from my time of formation with none other than Jesus’ wives.
Maybe you function better without the busy-ness of the school year, or maybe a hectic schedule is exactly what you need to get motivated. Regardless, whip out those new ink pens: it’s game (plan) time.
Realizing that we may not totally mean what we pray means that we are at least conscious of what we are praying, and this is a very good thing.
Whatever your story, it’s crucial that a break from school doesn’t turn into a break from God.
I felt hurt and betrayed by the Lord when I knew that He never relented, which left me even more confused and withdrawn. If He was perfect love, why was I angry with Him?
