• THE VISITATION: Not just your typical pregnant, new moms group

    As I recall the beautiful story of Mary visiting her cousin, Elizabeth, on this Feast of the Visitation, my soul is reminded of the blessing of community and sisterhood.

    My heart for this blog and website stems from these scriptures as I desire to foster the sharing of the depth of hearts between women.

    The incredible urgency of Mary in running to be with Elizabeth, the months they spent together sharing in the gift of new life and praising God for the good things He had done with them – all themes that I hope can be encouraged for us as women moving forward in relationships.


    Ironically, the reason for Mary and Elizabeth’s visit was to share in their pregnancy joy – which is not something I personally can relate to – however, I believe the Lord put this encounter on my heart for a reason.


    Let’s break it down:

    1. Upon receiving a new vocation/calling, specific to her giftings – she hurries to share her heart…

    2. Upon accepting this blessing of the Lord incarnate within her being – she hurries to share her joy…

    3. Upon hearing of her relative/friend in need – she hurries to share the load…


    There are incredible themes of vulnerability, loyalty and love here. This is what the Lord asks of us women in and through our relationship with Him, but also with other women in our lives. These instances are what I can relate to with Mary and her visitation.


    The visitation was so important in scripture that Catholics created a feast day for it and incorporated it into the rosary meditations. This shows how important it should be in our daily lives!

    It forces me to ask myself – how much of this is true in my relationship with other women close to me? When was the last time I hurried to share my heart with another sister?

    I can honestly say that as an introvert, this can often, at times, be difficult for me. Whether it stems from insecurities of not believing what I have to say matters that much, or fear of burdening the other person with my problems, or that my sharing would just be waaaaay too much for someone to bear. But I think at the core, it comes down to fear of rejection.


    Sharing what truly is on my heart at any moment forces me to 1) accept I am not perfect, 2) find words to communicate it, and 3) trust the other person will accept me after I share this with them. All of these things do not make me hurry to share my heart with someone. Yes, when there is good news in my life – it’s fairly easy to call my closest friends and share! However, when there is trial and struggle, this becomes more difficult.


    Unless…I look at it through the lense of God.


    The reason Mary visited Elizabeth was not to just tell her that she was pregnant with the Lord of the universe through the Holy Spirit and to support each other and bond through their pregnancies. The reason Mary visited Elizabeth was to proclaim God’s faithfulness in her situation. It was to give credit to God and did not have anything to do with her feeling accepted.


    Elizabeth says to Mary, “Blessed are you who believed that what was spoken to you by the Lord would be fulfilled.” – Luke 1:45

    This encourages my heart to share with other sisters not just “my daily life updates” but to take it a step deeper and share what God is doing and how God is moving in my life. The Lord is fulfilling His promises to us everyday, ladies. Why is it hard to see? Why is it hard to share these blessings with each other? Why is it hard for me to see God’s faithfulness even in trial?



    God, grant in me an urgent desire to share your faithfulness with others in my life. Grant me the grace to believe that your promise to me is true and to rejoice with others in this truth! Grant me the ability to see how you are faithful even in suffering and struggle.  I resolve to focus on You and Your goodness instead of my suffering, my problems and my life. Let me run to share Your goodness and how you are being fruitful right now in and through me as Your daughter and not refrain from sharing out of fear of rejection. You do not reject me and Your truth is worth proclaiming in my life.  Amen.

  • the vocation idol

    Recently, I was speaking with a friend about our vocations. She, a recently married women, married later in life to a healthy man and now pregnant with their first child. And me, a married woman of five years to a chronically ill man, with no children. There could have been a focus on differences between us throughout the conversations and feelings of being misunderstood because we were in “different phases in life.” However, this wasn’t the case. Instead, we chose to focus on the similarities in our situations and to be grateful for where the Lord had us in our individual lives.

    These similarities do exist. You may have to go digging for them.


    One of the similarities that we discussed was that we were both women, chosen daughters of God to live out His will in this world, at this time. There is so much here to digest with another sister. Why is it a struggle for me to discuss this more often with women? It brings me to tears just letting this sink in – this should be the most important thing to my heart, this is the reason I exist – however, it’s a struggle to allow this to be enough most days.


    This is our reality: to know, to love, to serve God.


    Another topic of conversation was our vocations. We both had experience in Christian/Catholic circles, in various ministries, formation and also the professional world. We’ve been talked with, preached at and prayed for at different times over the years regarding the topic of vocation.


    So much so that for me, this had become quite the glorified ‘false’ idol.


    When I was single, I longed for this moment when God would present me with my vocation. I anticipated it at every turn and contemplated it at night falling asleep. When? Who? How? It was as though I began to desire the vocation itself more than God Himself. If I’m honest, I began to think once I “arrive” at my vocation, then…THEN…I will experience my true self, true joy and true completion.


    FALSE.


    This did not happen. In fact, it was the opposite because I had this hope and expectation that it would be so amazing that my disappointments were felt even more intensely. Marriage was not the end for me.


    Then came the expectation and hope for children, for a complete family. Ok, Lord, if marriage isn’t my true joy and completion, then having children and becoming a mother will be! I thought that this would at least come into fruition. I may have been mistaken about my vocation of marriage, so it must be my vocation as a mother. This is how your will is going to play out in my life and this is where I will arrive at my vocation.


    FALSE.


    Maybe I was wrong the whole time. Just maybe I didn’t have a clue how this whole vocation thing worked. Maybe I was receiving mixed messages, or perceived certain formative teachings to be truth for everyone. “The order of vocation of marriage for a Catholic woman is: courtship, marriage, multiple healthy pregnancies and babies. The end.” The breakdown of this premonition slowly transitioned from a teaching I learned and believed, to the case for most women I knew, to “why not me, what’s wrong with me?”, to “I deserve this too!”, to interiorly grasping or forcing, to anger and resentment at my husband and at God, then myself.


    This idol of the vocation of marriage and motherhood that I’ve created within has now fallen off the pedestal of my heart.

    I was so exhausted from holding it there on top for several years, forcing it to be true for me. Because it’s not, nor it may never be. Visually placing this image in my mind is helpful for my heart and head to move towards acceptance of my reality, of the will God has for my reality.


    He steps into to gently say, “My will is beyond what you could ever imagine. Why do you trust in false idols, instead of trusting in Me? I came to break you free from false idols. I came that you might have Life, and have it in Me.”


    Through prayer, I quickly realized that this idol of vocation didn’t just fall off the pedestal in my heart, the Lord pushed it off. Just as He overturned the tables in the temple: “They came to Jerusalem, and on entering the temple area he began to drive out those selling and buying there. He overturned the tables of the money changers and the seats of those who were selling doves…then he taught them saying, “Is it not written: ‘My house shall be called a house of prayer for all peoples’?” – Mark 15:11, 17

    Those people had a false sense of security by selling their goods in a place of worship, just as I had found a false sense of security in my vocation. I realized that His heart and will for me was to be with Him, in all things. And to make Him my idol.


    Because when I experienced Him on that pedestal, that is where I experience TRUE joy and TRUE completion because it doesn’t matter what my vocation is, or how many children I have or if my husband is healthy or not, or any of the concerns of my heart. With Him, and only Him alone, is where I know I am truly loved AS I AM. And my heart can accept this truth.


    I choose Him and only Him, because I choose to trust Him. And if I truly trust Him, then I have to trust what He brings into my life and what He doesn’t. I have to trust Him over myself. I have to trust that if the answer is ‘no’ or ‘not yet,’ there is a reason for that and He may be protecting me from something I do not know about. Admitting that my vocation was a false idol in my heart was the first step to acceptance. Because now, I do not want it there, I give the Lord permission to knock it off the pedestal every day.


    My prayer for you is that you can experience freedom and acceptance in your lives over false idols, that you have the grace to admit what those idols are, and be open to what the reality of God’s will is for you!


    My Lord, I offer you my thoughts: to be fixed on you;

    My words: to have you for their theme;

    My actions: to reflect my love for you;

    My sufferings: to be endured for your greater glory.

    I want to do what you ask of me: In the way you ask, For as long as you ask, Because you ask it.

    Lord, enlighten my understanding, Strengthen my will, Purify my heart, and make me holy.

    Help me to repent of my past sins and to resist temptation in the future.

    Help me to rise above my human weaknesses and to grow stronger as a Christian.

    Amen.   

  • Infertility during the season of incarnation

    I’ve always been able to enter into the season of Advent fairly easily as the days got shorter and weather colder and I felt free to give myself permission to join with Mary’s soul in the joyful expectation of our Lord’s birth and also the Second Coming. I fed off of the anticipation and appreciated the welcomed quietness of the season.

     

    This way of praying became a bit more difficult after being married four years ago and trying to get pregnant. It started to feel as though I was in a constant “Advent” season, but also “Lent” as well: a fair mixture of waiting and suffering simultaneously. There was a serious lack of joy revolving around our infertility. Even the joy of Easter has been hard for me to enter into over the course of our marriage as it seemed like the spiritual joy was non-transferable to our reality in this area.

     

    There is a lot of beautiful writing and reflection circling the internet and devotional world about the season of advent in regards to “waiting in hopeful expectation.” Yet, how do I enter into this call if I do not have hopeful expectation and am sick of waiting? Does this make me a bad Catholic?

     

    Let’s break this down and define our terms:

     

    1. Wait: stay where one is or delay action until a particular time or until something else happens
    2. Hope: a feeling of expectation and desire for a certain thing to happen; a feeling of trust
    3. Expectation: a strong belief that something will happen or be the case in the future

     

     

    So basically it sounds like the call can be translated into: “stay and trust in the desire you have, believing that something will happen in the future.”

     

    Stay. Stay? My first reaction is why would I want to STAY in my infertility?! The dreaded day in and day out reminder of my weakness and bodily imperfection; the reminder that I am a broken human being. Lord, are you asking me to stay in this?

     

    Yes.

     

    This is uncomfortable. This is a place of vulnerability and of hurt and disappointment. Why would I want to stay here? I want to run from this dark hole in my heart that I attempt to fill every day with something…

     

    Be still.

     

    As I meditate on this call the Lord is asking of me, I am reminded that our Mother Mary stayed in this place of uncertainty, being uncomfortable, vulnerable, and seemingly unlivable conditions during advent. She stayed.

     

     

    Suddenly, I find myself asking for the grace of Mary to remain here. Even though I am not wrestling with these thoughts and feelings while I am pregnant as she was, I can still relate. Lord, give me the grace to stay in the uncomfortable, in the hurt and disappointment. I ask You to meet me there.

     

    He is also asking me to stay in my desire, to trust. What was my desire? I surely desire to have a child and be healed of infertility. This was a screaming desire of my heart! However, I felt as though He was asking me to go deeper. What was my ultimate desire?

     

    Eternal life. If I am honest, this ultimately trumps my desire for a child.

     

    I felt as though He was asking me to stay in my desire for eternal life, not stay in my desire for a child. And I have to choose to believe that this will happen someday in the future, as my hopeful expectation.

     

    Suddenly, this was making sense to me. On the surface, Advent could be seen as a season of waiting for healing and pregnancy, however, the Lord wanted to remind me of the deeper meaning and truth. Ultimately, I can only wait in hopeful expectation, for eternal life. This is what He promises us. He doesn’t promise me a child, or even healing.

     

    He promises me eternal life.

     

    “O Key of David,

    opening the gates of God’s eternal Kingdom:

    come and free the prisoners of darkness!”

    The “O” Antiphon for Dec. 20

     

    This post can also be viewed at springsinthedesert.org. Springs in the Desert is a new Catholic ministry devoted to helping women and couples struggling with infertility to process and move beyond their grief to find the fruitfulness God has planned for their marriage.

  • …but you promised me!

    How to deal when things don’t go my way

     

    Due to my husband’s health issues, there are often time when he needs to cancel on me last minute as it is hard for him to predict how he will be feeling the day we have something planned. This is obviously not an ideal situation for me, or him, or anyone for that matter.

     

    This recently happened when we were planning to go out for a concert and even though we talked in length about it way ahead of time and prepared his schedule so that he would have enough energy for that day, he still wanted to cancel last minute. My inner child decided to throw a temper tantrum. My love language is quality time and upon feeling completely rejected, I shouted – “But you PROMISED me!”

     

    This led into an argument of wills (and feelings). Eventually, we came to a compromise. He would push through the concert and just take the following day off of work. Yes, this is what it had to come to…

     

    Now, believe me, I am someone who clings tightly to what other people and God promise me. God shares with us so many promises throughout scripture. I analyze each detail, find ways to apply it to my life and feel encouraged by it. However, I’ve noticed when things in my life are not going the way I want them to, I immediately go back aggressively shouting – “But you PROMISED me!”

     

    “The Lord will guide you always; he will satisfy your needs in a sun-scorched land and will strengthen your frame.” Is. 58:11

     

    When a loved one’s promise is unkept or when I misinterpret God’s promise to mean something different, I tend to place the blame back on the one who made the promise. I think this is a pretty rational thing to do – you make a promise to me, you fail to keep it, that’s on you. This has caused me to lose trust in the past because if someone isn’t able to keep their promise made to me, it causes hurt. This can spiral down even further into the mindset of – why would I trust someone who hurts me and does not keep their word?

     

    What I need to keep learning over and over again, is that this way of thinking does not leave room for mercy and forgiveness for my loved one and for myself. You see, if I am asked to forgive numerous times as scripture teaches us, I must do so even when I am hurt.

     

    My natural reaction of anger/hurt when a promise is broken with my husband is not how Jesus is asking me to respond. It’s a mere reaction. My response needs to be one of mercy. “I know you are not intentionally trying to hurt me or reject me, I forgive you.”

     

    The same concept applies to when I FEEL like God is not keeping His promises. This is difficult because I can only believe what I interpret to be true. “Who can know the mind of God?” (1 Cor. 2:16) He promises us so much, yet I still cannot know exactly what He means when He is promising those things to me. I am only left with my assumptions or what I “hope” them to be.

     

     

    Instead of reacting in anger/hurt, I am called to respond with mercy – Maybe I misinterpreted what His promises are for me regarding xyz situation, there could be another promise to this problem and I may not be able to recognize it quite yet. I will keep hoping and trusting.

     

     He whispered back to me…
    “Cling tightly to Me. Keep hoping, keep trusting, keep waiting on Me. I am hope. I am trust. I am with you.”

     

    I know that His most important promise is eternal life, and that is way better than going to a concert here on earth any day.

  • Learning to be astonished

    Messenger by Mary Oliver

     

    My work is loving the world.

    Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird-

    equal seekers of sweetness.

    Here the quickening yeast; there the blue plums.

    Here the clam deep in the speckled sand.

     

    Are my boots old? Is my coat torn?

    Am I no longer young, still not half-perfect? Let me keep my mind on what matters,

    which is my work,

     

     

    which is mostly standing still and learning to be

    astonished.

    The phoebe, the delphinium.

    The sheep in the pasture, and the pasture.

    Which is mostly rejoicing, since all the ingredients are here,

     

    which is gratitude, to be given a mind and a heart

    and these body-clothes,

    a mouth with which to give shouts of joy

    to the moth and the wren, to the sleepy dug-up clam,

    telling them all, over and over, how it is

    that we live forever.

     

    How is He astonishing you today?