This morning, in the quiet of prayer, I felt God touch my heart with a love so deep it seemed to breathe life into me. My heart softened and tears ran down my face. The love of God became embodied in me.
Continue reading “God’s Love Made Known”I’m loving this idea of the blueprint of the soul where the soul can be imagined as the hidden blueprint of our lives, the deep design God has inscribed within each of us. It is not something we invent or achieve, but something we awaken to…divine nature within us.
Just as a seed carries within it the pattern of the tree it will become, so our soul carries the truth of who we are and who we are called to be.
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Fr. Richard Rohr offers a profound vision of the soul: “I think of soul as anything’s ultimate meaning, which is held within. Soul is the blueprint inside of every living thing that tells it what it is and what it can become. When we meet anything at that level, we will respect, protect, and love it.”
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Every so often, the Gospel places a question before us that refuses to be ignored. It’s not theoretical. It’s not abstract. It’s personal, piercing, and meant to reshape our lives from the inside out.
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Jesus calls us the light of the world—not as a title to admire, but as a way of living that heals, restores, and reveals God’s presence in the ordinary. Light is not loud. It doesn’t demand attention. It simply shines, and in shining, it makes a way for others.
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There’s a line from an old spiritual writer that has stayed with me:
“Hold everything with a light touch.”
It sounds simple, almost gentle—but it’s actually a bold invitation.
Recently I was sitting in candlelight adoration when it happened, one of those rare moments when prayer stops being something you offer and becomes something you receive.
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Each morning offers a quiet moment to remember who God is and who we are in His sight. Before the day gathers its weight, there is an invitation to open our hearts—to praise the One whose power is always shaped by goodness, whose love sees us fully and still delights in us. When we pause long enough to breathe that truth in, trust begins to rise almost on its own.
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Some gifts arrive wrapped in paper and ribbon. Others come quietly, placed in the heart by the One who knows what we truly need. Proverbs tells us that “the Lord gives wisdom; from his mouth come knowledge and understanding.” Wisdom is not something we manufacture. It is something we receive—slowly, humbly, through relationship.
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There is a moment in Psalm 57 that feels almost like a held breath—a pause between fear and trust, between the storm and the shelter. The psalmist cries out, “Have mercy on me, God, have mercy,” and then, almost in the same breath, rests in the shadow of God’s wings. It is a movement so small you could miss it, yet it holds the whole shape of repentance.
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Smitten With Goodness 