Here’s the thing: to the degree that you were not loved by a human being, you were loved by God.

We walked cautiously, carefully, with heightened anxiety. This was our normal.

What goods did you give to the world yesterday through the decisions you made, the thoughts you dwelled on, the words you voiced, the deeds you carried out? What goods will you give the world today?

What does this have to say to our own suffering, our own anger and disaffection for God? Doesn’t it just deepen it?!

We have to question what we learned about God.

We need to be able to look into the mirror and say, “I can trust myself now.”

I am finding the rosary was and is a strong source of feminine power.

A God met in the lion’s den doesn’t mince words.

You may have prayed long and hard, without response. You may have felt a deep, wrenching disappointment as your young eyes searched for the God someone told you would come.

God will use whatever is at hand in our lives to reach deep inside and ignite our power.