The Lord was asking me, as He asks all of us, to give Him my heart and everything entangled in it—my hopes, dreams, desires, wounds, failures, sufferings—all of it…
To run to Joseph
An open letter to the Class of 2020
There is no fear in love
To re-discover an identity
All I want for Christmas is...
To embrace our vocation
It's so easy to be constantly looking ahead to the next thing. I get it. I graduate college in less than six months, and I spend more time thinking about the future (career-wise and vocation-wise) than I care to admit. I’m afraid we’ve created a space that makes it easy for someone to dispose of their current vocation because it’s seen as an obstacle in the way of the next step of their lives. But how do we fall in love with, rather than resent, our current state of life?…
For love alone
This summer, I was reading a book full of letters from St. Gianna Beretta Molla to her husband Pietro when he was away on business trips. My heart couldn’t help but be lit on fire by the raw love that she was pouring out into those letters, but they weren’t cheesy, gushy letters like you would find in a stereotypical romance movie or novel…
To live in the already, but not yet
Last fall, I took a class on the Theology of the New Evangelization, and it emphasized over and over again that the Church on Earth has this aspect of “already, but not yet.” As in, it’s the Kingdom of God imperfectly realized, the Kingdom of God here on Earth, the Kingdom of God for us to experience already, but not yet in its fullness. Being a senior in college, I am often asked some variation of “What are you doing next year?”…
An ordinarily good summer
A riveting title, right? I feel like it’s the time of the year where I take a deep, deep breath before plowing forward into the next thing—that being my senior year of college, and potentially my last semester in Bismarck. That would make this my last summer as a kid. Jeepers. And I don’t necessarily have any wild stories to tell…