Could Call This “Jesus, Take the Wheel”… But I Won’t. Even Though I Should.
It was an awful experience—but an important one. Another moment where the Savior got to be the Savior. Where I knew I wouldn’t have been enough without Him. And while I won’t go looking for moments like that, I’m grateful He allows them.
When I Feel Frozen: A People Pleasers Guide to Saying Hard Things
Most of the time, it’s conflict that triggers it, and not just at night. A strong people-pleasing part of me gets activated—one I’ve spent years working on but that still speaks loudly. Its anxious protests often short-circuit my ability to think clearly enough to make the next best decisions.
At the heart of it, I want to have it all:
I want to express my needs…
And I want the other person to stay happy with me.
The Priest Fell at Mass and it Triggered My Trauma
It reminded me that healing doesn’t always look polished. Sometimes it looks like surviving. Sometimes it looks like remembering. And sometimes, it looks like realizing that the altar—the place of offering—is also the place where we’re allowed to break.
If I was Mary’s Mother, I would’ve said “No”: A Reflection on the Visitation
She had to go in order for her fiat to become her Magnificat.
Don’t Think I’ve Heard a Homily in 6 Years
And while I’m in a different state of life right now—with all the distractions of family, work, and, frankly, my own interior mess—I’m so grateful for that experience of love. That kiss from Heaven, where Jesus kneels beside me, points to those in the pews, and says, “Watch.”