The Saints give us an example of how to be holy. St. Bonaventure offers us a gentle reordering of how we “come to know.” Instead of grasping for certainty, he invites us to place ourselves where learning can happen, where something larger, truer, and more mysterious might meet us. This is opening space for the sacred that is already there.
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Sometimes grace finds us in the most unexpected places even in the ladies’ room of a busy restaurant.
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Some mornings, hope arrives quietly, slipping through the narrow slats of my plantation shutters as a bright, insistent beam of sun. It’s astonishing how something so simple can steady me. That brightness feels like a whisper from God, a reminder that this is the day the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it.
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In a world that feels increasingly overstimulating with so many voices, so many demands, so many complexities, I find myself returning again and again to St. Thérèse’s Little Way. There is something profoundly relieving about its simplicity. It gives my soul room to breathe. It reminds me that holiness is not found in grand gestures or heroic feats, but in small acts of trust, surrender, and love.
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There’s a quiet kind of wisdom that only arrives when we slow down—when we stop trying to be efficient, productive, purposeful, and simply waste a little time. Not in a careless way, but in a soul‑restoring way. The kind of slowing that lets the heart breathe again.
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Christ’s peace rarely arrives as a thunderclap. More often, it comes as glimpses. In small, lived moments of faith, hope, and love that shimmer through our ordinary days. They’re not abstractions; they’re experiences. A breath that steadies us. A kindness that surprises us. A whisper that reminds us we are held.
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Over the past few years, I’ve been being drawn to the richness of cultural diversity more than ever before. These colors, languages, wisdom traditions, and ways of seeing the world stretch far beyond my own upbringing.
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Some nights at our Peace of Heaven lake home feel like a deep breath for my soul. Away from the city’s glow, the sky stretches out in every direction, wide, quiet, and endless. The stars don’t just shine; they open something in me. Standing beneath that vast canopy, I feel my heart expand in ways it never does under streetlights and schedules.
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The doorway into the spiritual life is always humility. Not the self‑shrinking kind, not humiliation, but the clear‑eyed willingness to meet our need face to face. Every place where we feel small, tired, insufficient, or overwhelmed becomes the very threshold where God enters.
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Every one of us carries ideas sometimes beautiful, sometimes inherited, sometimes unexamined about what the Creator wants from us. That’s part of being human. But trouble begins when we claim to possess God’s only true intentions for all humanity and then use that claim to reject or exclude others. In those moments, we begin to resemble the very cadre of Pharisees Jesus confronted so sharply.
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Smitten With Goodness 