I began to notice the patterns of the animals. I saw squirrels, chipmunks, and various birds like woodpeckers going about their day. But for some reason, I was intrigued by the cardinals, and I began to notice them everywhere. When I saw one, I felt like God was saying “hi,” and they became a little ray of light in my life.
When I am in darkness, when I want light, I sometimes think I find myself asking for the wrong thing. This light isn’t consolation. It isn’t knowing what is going on or where to go. This light is the light of a God who is with me. A God who reveals Himself as Emmanuel. This is the light that isn’t overcome.
How is it possible to make myself worthy of celebrating Christmas when I can’t enter into Advent the way I want to? The good news is: I don’t need to make myself worthy. I don’t earn the right to celebrate the Incarnation by behaving well during Advent. Jesus alone can make me worthy!
Therese was less than ordinary as a young girl when she experienced a type of suffering that these days would possibly have counted against her entrance to the convent, namely, what had all the signs of a mental illness, which afflicted her around the age of 10.
Jennifer shares her magnificat of what God has done in her life since leaving the monastery. She battled depression and anxiety, but through all of this, she has grown so much.
Our volunteer Career Coach Ryan Haber was a guest on The Simpleton Podcast, part of the outreach of A Simple House He spoke about how people with liberal arts degrees, former sisters, seminarians, etc. can approach work and the job search. We think you'll find it very...
Through this book, the Leonie’s Longing reader walks the path of our patroness’ difficult childhood years, empathizes deeply with her tearful journey to find a permanent home in the religious life, and admires her growth in holiness.
I’m one of those people who likes to have a “theme song” or two for the significant moments and stages of my life, including entering and leaving religious life. I find that music helps me to connect with and process my emotions, make sense of all that’s going on…
It’s hard to have a vocation that doesn’t have a name or a form. It’s hard to be a “regular” person after aspiring to the “higher calling” of religious life. It can even feel like…a demotion in the Church.
Tears rise in my eyes, and simply hang there. I’ve been through so much. The questions within me no longer seem to be darkened by “I thought I would be farther by now.” They seem…well…normal. They are: “What am I doing? What should I do next? Where am I going?” Not only that, but “who are my friends? Who should I call? With whom do I belong?” These are big, and hard questions.