The deepest truth about the human heart is also the simplest: it was made for Christ. Every longing, every ache for meaning, every restless search for peace bends toward Him like a flower turning toward the sun. He is the heart’s Principle, its Terminus, its Goal, the One in whom all our seeking finally comes to rest.
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Watching the sunrise at Red Rocks in Colorado already feels like a liturgy written into the earth itself, but waking at 4:00 a.m. to get there adds its own kind of devotion. As I stepped out of bed in the dark, an unexpected anticipation rose in me—almost as if creation itself had extended an invitation. To sit there in the Amphitheatre as the first light spilled over the sandstone felt like participating in something God began long before I arrived, a quiet companionship with the generosity of creation.
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The Feast of Corpus Christi draws us back to the heart of our faith: a God who not only comes near, but who gives himself entirely—Body, Blood, Soul, and Divinity—for the life of the world. And this Feast is not confined to a single Sunday, it continues in us. We become the living procession, carrying Christ into every place our feet touch.
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There are moments in life when love becomes something deeper than affection or companionship. It becomes witness. It becomes reverence. Walking beside my husband through his long health journey has taught me this in ways I never expected.
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Every vocation is an invitation—a path that slowly shapes us into people who look a little more like Christ. We don’t always notice it at first. But over the years, the daily yeses, the quiet sacrifices, the unseen acts of love begin to form something holy within us.
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For eight years now, I’ve walked beside my husband through the slow, unrelenting landscape of chronic illness. It has been hard in ways I never expected—watching the body of someone you love weaken, learning to navigate fear and fatigue, holding space for the things that matter when so much feels fragile. And yet, even in the heaviness, there has been a strange and holy gift: the tenderness of walking each other home, one day at a time.
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Lately I’ve been drawn to poetry. Resting on the words that touch me, noticing them, and creating space for their wisdom. I’m sharing one such prayer/poem from the Center for Action and Contemplation Practice on Being Born of the Spirit. May you breathe in new life!
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There are some ideas that stay with you long after you first hear them. Richard Rohr’s description of the Holy Spirit is one of those ideas, simple, tender, and quietly revolutionary. He writes of an Inner Reminder, an Inner Rememberer, the One who gathers up every scattered piece of our lives and holds them in love.
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Some days the spiritual life feels complicated, but Scripture keeps handing us simple, steady markers—quiet signposts that help us walk in the light.
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There is a way of reading Psalm 101 that turns the spotlight outward—toward “evil men,” corrupt influences, and those who walk in darkness. But there is another, more tender and more courageous reading: the “evil men” are not strangers at all. They are the wounded, frightened, unhealed parts within us that still speak in crooked ways, still wander from the straight path, still cling to old patterns of self‑protection.
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