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The Symphony That Silences

I have heard my Lord calling to me in the night, His voice tender and sweet. The voice of my Beloved is music, healing balm, to my broken heart. And my soul cannot help but to sing a song of love and thanksgiving in reply. The prayers of the Rosary and the Song of Songs are the lyrics of our love song.   I have also heard the whispered hissing and incessant manipulative chatter of the evil spirits. The demons want only to tear me away from my Beloved and they know that it is in hearing His harmonious soothing…

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Whom Do You See In The Mirror?

I have prayed and prayed to see Your loving gaze and for others to see You in my gaze. And as I see my own reflection in this mirror, I wonder, “If I see You, Jesus, in others and others see You in me then maybe could I see You in me?”
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The Holiness of Being Me

Leaning on Thomas Merton's ideas of false self and true self, De reflects on the holiness of our lives and the experience of deep peace as we discover our true selves in God.
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A Bruised Reed

Productive or non-productive, our Lord's love and tenderness towards us is unchanging. Jo relates her experience with depression to a bruised reed or a smoldering wick.
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