“Each woman who lives in the light of eternity can fulfill her vocation, no matter if it is in marriage, in a religious order, or in a worldly profession.” — Edith Stein
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In the rush of daily life—amid deadlines, dishes, and the quiet ache of uncertainty—it is a profound consolation to remember that the Lord Jesus takes the initiative. He does not wait for us to arrive at perfection or clarity. He comes to us.
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There are seasons when the soul feels parched—when the journey stretches long and the heart grows weary. In those moments, it’s easy to cry out, to question, to feel forgotten. And yet, even in our rebellion, God does not abandon us. He offers healing in the most unexpected way: through the very thing that wounds us, lifted high and transformed.
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There are days I wonder: Do I really have faith?
Not because I’ve stopped believing, but because I don’t always feel it.
Remembering is sacred. It’s more than recalling the past—it’s entering into it spiritually, allowing memory to guide healing and hope. The Eucharist itself is a living remembrance: “Do this in memory of me.” Through it, Catholics unite with Christ’s sacrifice and the promise of redemption.
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In walking through the Catechism In A Year podcast, I’m being drawn deeper into the understanding of our Catholic Christian faith. This week, my mind was transformed while contemplating Eve choosing her will in the garden not God’s will.
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There’s a kind of holiness that blooms in silence—not in pulpits or platforms, but in kitchens, hospital rooms, and the quiet corners of caregiving. It’s the holiness of the servant who stays faithful when no one is watching.
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Lately, Luke 9:23 has been stirring something deep in me: “If anyone wants to follow Me, they must deny themselves, take up their cross daily, and follow Me.” I’ve read it before, but now it feels personal—almost painfully intimate.
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This Sunday, Jesus speaks words that startle: “If anyone comes to me without hating… even his own life, he cannot be my disciple.” But this isn’t a call to bitterness—it’s a call to radical love. A love so deep, so consuming, that it reorders everything.
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Smitten With Goodness 