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September Series: Certainty
"Doubting my faith was never part of my plan. ...I thought that the number of hours I’d banked in Mass, confession, rosaries or ministry would protect me from this."
"At 16-years-old, I was raped by a boy who decided that he could determine my worth. For two and a half years, I plunged into a deep darkness. ...I was ashamed and I remember wondering how the Lord could possibly love me like this…”
“Life took an unexpected turn when the loud, outgoing, talkative me was no longer able to talk. Yup. You read that right. After months of struggling with hoarseness and voice fatigue…”
"I was a sophomore in college, and even before setting foot on campus, I decided the Church had nothing to offer me…”
"When you look at the way Jesus spoke about the Father, it felt intimate and personal. This is the type of love God has for every one of us too…”
"I'm ashamed to admit that I have questioned and argued with God intensely in small areas and in large ones. Are you there God? Do you even exist? If you are there, do you care about me at all? These questions and others have regularly echoed in my heart…”
"When in the light of God's own words of love, I intimately shared my temptations to atheism, God responded by showing me what it was to be in love with him…”
“Dearest Sister, I am writing this letter to you from a crowded coffee shop on a rainy Monday afternoon in Boston. It’s my day off, but like most of my days off in the last month, it doesn’t quite feel like one…”
August Series: Our Sister's Keeper
“For as long as I can remember, I’ve wanted to be less Asian. Less foreign. Less other. So, I hid. I hid any trace of culture. My senior year of high school, I realized that I hid and ignored my ethnicity so well, that I forgot I was even intentionally hiding it. It became a way of life…”
"I was sitting in an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting the other day - it was a women’s only meeting - and I was struck by how honest, vulnerable and real everyone’s shares were. I wondered if I had been to any Catholic women’s gatherings where…"
“My mom worked as a banker in Mexico, and we lived a stable life, along with the help and support from family members. Throughout the years, my mom experienced a lot of fear and trauma... Her last experience where she got held at gunpoint, was the last straw…”
“A few years ago, on a fairly ordinary, cloudy Thursday afternoon, I went to the dentist. The dental hygienist was pleasant enough, and asked the fairly ordinary and benign question, ‘How’s your day going?’ as she rummaged through her supplies. I replied, ‘It’s been alright.’ She nodded without looking up. And in that moment I was flooded with a loneliness I’d never known before.
That morning I had gotten civilly divorced…”
“I loved my faith then, and I love it now. I love Truth. But I struggled to reconcile my boldness with the quiet, docile picture of Mary that every song at church seemed to paint. I thought that’s all the Church envisioned for women.”
"With each successive birth however, I struggled to bond with my babies, and I winced at the barrage of opinions coming from social media, 'experts,' and many well-meaning family and friends."
“Every single day during the years I was abused, I went to daily mass. Even though I felt numb, I continued to go. I gazed upon the purity and love of Jesus, hidden within the white host, and I prayed that He would keep me safe there, with Him.”
“I would like to share with you, a story of hardship that started when I was a young child, and I have lived with my entire life. In fact, it is a struggle I am dealing with today. It is something I have come to embrace and accept. It's also a challenge and responsibility I have been given to help others who may face isolation, exclusion or loneliness. My hope is that it will inspire you not to give up during the toughest times in your life…”
“Every human being has gifts, insight, and presence that are needed by the rest of us; some of us are in a position to have our offerings valued by the world, and some of us are not. That doesn’t mean some have less to offer—it means we have to create a world that elevates the voices of those who have been silenced…”
July Series: Vocation
"On January 14, 2017 I married the love of my life in my home parish in Miami. On January 16th we boarded separate flights to our respective cities. He had been working in Boston for 6 months and I was still struggling to finish my PhD in Atlanta."
"But before she becomes a wife and mother, friend and sister, she is first a daughter... Everything she does stems from the truth that she is a daughter unconditionally loved and utterly delighted in."
“…When we are choosing between two goods, it can be difficult to see which path to take. We want to do God’s will; we want to live for Him and follow the path He has laid out for us, but if we come to a fork in the road, and He doesn’t clearly point which way to go, we can get stuck. And I was very, very stuck.”
"I also had to realize that medicine is a vocation. It might not be a “capital V” vocation in the sense that marriage, the priesthood, or religious life is a Vocation, but it is a way that God calls humanity to live out our love for neighbor and serve our brothers and sisters."
"Working from home is not without its difficulties. I struggle to put down my work and be present to my family. ...But the big picture keeps me going – I am so lucky to be able to provide for my family inside the home and outside."
“‘How are you still single?’ That question really doesn’t make you feel any better, does it?”
“A mothers heart with no children. Oh how I long for the day. As the months passed and our desires only grew stronger I started to feel lost. I thought this was my purpose? I thought I had everything figured out in this part of my life.”
“I was standing in the narthex of the Cathedral, with my heart in my throat, hoping that I wouldn’t actually puke in front of the thirty priests and one archbishop standing behind me. Was this day actually here?”