Faith
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Cloak. Candle. Lily.
A folded note of grace, a candle lit early, a lily held without striving. Saturday invites us to rest in presence, not performance. Continue reading
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Line. Liturgy. Love.
On Fridays, the line connects more than blood—it connects presence, prayer, and quiet grace. In the hum of the machine and the rhythm of Benedictine care, we remember: to be served is to be seen, and to receive gently is its own kind of ministry. Continue reading
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Integrity. Vulnerability. Mercy.
In the fragile rhythms of daily service, grace is revealed—not in power, but in vulnerability. Psalm, prophecy, teaching, and Rule converge to show that holiness is found in the ordinary patterns of care. Continue reading
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Carried. Called. Corrected.
The thread is clear: faith is not soft sentiment but a lived discipline in the midst of machinery, sensory storms, and fragile bodies. Continue reading
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Light. Justice. Praise.
On a quiet day of healing, the world itself becomes a liturgy—fire and frost, light and law, all calling us to bless and be blessed. Continue reading
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Discipline. Vision. Sanctuary.
In the rhythm of dialysis, between fire and blessing, a sacred story unfolds. Continue reading
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Memory. Mercy. Light.
On this island, remembrance is sacred in its complexity—where silence becomes liturgy and music becomes mercy. Continue reading
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Humility. Rhythm. Light.
A cloak never left behind, a call heard by the sea, and a good word given when nothing else remains—this is the quiet mercy of being held. Continue reading
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Wilderness. Presence. Resistance.
What happens when scripture meets the dialysis chair? A psalm, a prophet, and a wilderness walk with Christ offer unexpected clarity, presence, and strength. Continue reading
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Threshold. Wilderness. Beloved.
On a quiet Thursday, far from the noise of machines and expectations, this reflection traces the contours of sanctuary, summons, and surrender—where the wild voice prepares the way and the beloved is named in the stillness. Continue reading
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