The whisperings of His Heart are echoes of the Father’s boundless mercy. They are heard in every page of Scripture and in every day of our lives. Come listen with a hungry heart and leave with a renewed spirit.
The whisperings of His Heart are echoes of the Father’s boundless mercy. They are heard in every page of Scripture and in every day of our lives. Come listen with a hungry heart and leave with a renewed spirit.
Our poverty is where He blesses us. He comes to us where we are. He is drawn to us…This is Eucharistic Love. This is HIS WHOLEHEARTED LOVE. There is NO LIMIT to His love.
So many times, we can fall into thinking, “Does the Lord hear me? Is He even there?” or, “Sometimes it feels like I am talking to a brick wall!” I have come to learn from being reminded over and over and over again, that words sometimes fall short when I am suffering…
Your personal story, your life journey colors the lens out of which you see. The wonderful thing is that our lenses keep shifting like our eyesight. It’s just a different kind of sight.
The Sacred Heart of Jesus is a Heart that was wounded and opened for us; opened that we may enter in. In the Anima Christi we pray: “Within your wounds hide me.”
Our world says: “Don’t wear your heart on your sleeve for it will be broken.” But Jesus is shown pulling His garments aside to show us His Sacred Heart. The love of God is exposed. His heart is not hidden; we see it.
As I was walking on the treadmill…it struck me how so readily we can get lost in a very short-sighted way of seeing.
Today, May 1st, we celebrate St. Joseph the Worker, and we begin the month of May which traditionally commemorates our Blessed Mother. May IS our Blessed Mother’s month!