Behind the Wall
The Bride: I hear my Beloved. See how He comes, leaping on the mountains, bounding over the hills. My Beloved is like a gazelle, like a young stag. See where He stands behind our wall. He looks in at the…
The Bride: I hear my Beloved. See how He comes, leaping on the mountains, bounding over the hills. My Beloved is like a gazelle, like a young stag. See where He stands behind our wall. He looks in at the…
Through the seasons of my life as a wife for 29 years and a mother of 9 children, Mary has journeyed with me. In her faithful companionship, I found the tender, wise, prayerful and loving mother my heart and soul…
Talitha cumi … Let Him kiss me I feel like I’ve been asleep for a long time. I’ve been entombed, like a fairy-tale princess; enclosed in a glass casket, cut off from the rest of the word, secluded in a…
Our vineyard hearts need the Divine Gardener to keep the weeds and the little foxes from wreaking havoc. De writes about our need for Him to tend to our hearts so our lives will yield good fruit.
Laura expresses how the gaze of Christ penetrates right to our souls...accepting, cherishing, healing.
As I draw Him into my daily life through prayer, sacramentals, the Sacraments, reading the Scriptures, and offering all my daily trials and joys to Him through Mary, WE, Christ and I, are walking together.