It is Our Responsibility to Love Authentically

It was a day just like any other on mission. The morning was filled with presentations, office work time bridged the gap between talks and mass, and holy hour came and went too quickly. All that was left to do was attend mass. As the 5:30 pm start time approached, my team and I gathered…

Guard Your Heart or End Up With a Broken One

Time and time again I was left with a broken heart, because I didn’t know how to guard it. We all have this innate desire and longing to be seen, heard, appreciated, and dare I say: noticed. I would find myself in deep relationships with the opposite sex, treating him like I was his girlfriend…

When Loving Your Parents Gets Difficult

Do you remember a moment during your childhood when you saw your parents as invincible? I vividly recall a night in Mexico when my mom became my wonder woman. We were on vacation and staying at my grandfather’s home when I wake up from a deep sleep to a ruckus. Once I gained all of…

Eyes of Love

“And if I asked you about love you would probably quote me a sonnet, but you’ve never looked at a woman and been truly vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes.” This is my favorite quote from the film Good Will Hunting. There are plenty ways of “looking at people.” We look…

47 Reasons to Love

On August 10th 2005, my sixth little brother was born. August 11th 2005, my family was told he had Down syndrome. At the age of twelve I had no idea what this meant. Due to this, I assumed he would never be able to talk, walk, or laugh. When I went to the hospital I…

If I Respect Myself, Why Does Modesty Matter?

When I hear this question I immediately think of my past self that too had this same question. This only became more prevalent when I started working out and noticed how much my hard work was paying off. I know some girls can relate that while getting dressed we can many times really notice and…

Shame vs. Guilt

“We all like sharing scars received in battle, the wounds of ergastulum, less.” An ergastulum was a Roman underground building with long, dark, dreary corridors used to house and work slaves. The wounds and scars received while in the ergastulum filled the enslaved with a grave sense of shame. ‘ C.S. Lewis speaks of his…