THE SLOW BUILD
This season reminds us of the slow work of building a relationship with myself, the people around me, the environment, others in the world, and God.
SACRED EMPTY SPACE
When we fast from things that hold space (especially things that aren’t life-giving), empty space is made. There’s something sacred about empty space.
UNFURL MY HEART
This season is not just about giving up something external and more about an interior conversion.
AN INVITATION TO JOURNEY HOME
We're invited to an inward journey towards God, of going to our inner room, our heart, where God invites us to let ourselves be seen fully as we are.
THE FIRST MOVE OF MERCY
I’m slowly coming to trust that our wounds—like Jesus’—are not removed but revealed to be part of a greater, divine wound of love and solidarity.
FOLLOWING THE FOOTSTEPS OF THE RISEN CHRIST
In moments of desolation, I remind myself that Jesus is constantly there working on me – to fulfill his plans.
A NEW SEASON, A NEW CALLING
Perhaps now we are called to carry this life-giving love on for this new season, and a newer generation.
BEYOND GRIEF
Jesus, meet us on our way this Easter. Let your presence warm and console our hearts.
A FLOWER THAT DOESN’T DIE
As Christians, we have found that Jesus is that flower that will never die, a reminder of our eternal life with Him.
... WITH GOD, IN OUR HOLY SATURDAYS
May we remember our own ‘original goodness’ in the midst of the sometimes slow and painful waits, of our Holy Saturdays.
BLESSED ARE THOSE WHO STRUGGLE AND STUMBLE
When we unite our suffering and offer it up, we come to experience the fullness of our humanity and the holiness that can be found in it.
SETTING OUR FACES LIKE FLINT
Let us resolve to be present to Christ, with our utmost focus, in these last few days of Holy Week.
NOTHING IS EVER IN VAIN
We must remember our trust in God and His purpose and plan for our lives.
NOT ME, LORD…
The problems are too big, the pain too complex. Surely it is not me who might look with love?
A ONENESS WITH OUR BELOVED
Comfort, peace, and love washed over me, mixing with the grief of reality.