Song Amidst Sorrow Ten men stand gathered in prayer. Maximilian Kolbe leads the group and begins to sing. The men join him in song, and their praises echo from within Cell 18 of Block 11. The men are shut in an underground bunker in Auschwitz, sentenced to die because of a prisoner escape. And yet, … Continue reading St. Maximilian Kolbe
A Short Story about St. Maximilian Kolbe You didn’t know me. You didn’t know my name, my heritage, my religion. You knew that I had a wife and two sons after I cried out, begging humanity for mercy. You knew that I faced certain death amidst the harsh, cold, prison walls. You did not … Continue reading To Be a Light
Your snuggly, cute little baby doesn't realize or care that you haven't slept, or eaten, or showered. They also don't care if you're sick or have had an awful day. They will still need to eat, to sleep, to have diapers changed, to be held and loved regardless of whether you have eaten, slept, showered or had your morning coffee.
My body was literally attacking itself. It wasn't functioning as it should, again, and it was affecting my ability to care for my daughter. I was angry, I was hurt, I was broken.
My experience with discerning religious life and entering into marriage have taught me that every woman is a mother. Every woman is called to be a mother, though her motherhood is expressed differently and uniquely. Reading Edith Stein's Essays on Women has confirmed what I have known in my heart--that every woman, no matter her state in life, is to be a mother. For motherhood is not confined to raising one's biological children, but rather, "to be a mother innately means to cultivate, to guard, and to develop true humanity. Both spiritual companionship and spiritual motherliness are not limited to the physical wife and mother relationship, but they extend to all people with whom woman comes into contact" (Essays on Women).