Liquid Gold
The next twenty-four hours were some of the most difficult moments of my life—knowing that we were going to deliver a baby, but unable to bring her home in our arms.
The next twenty-four hours were some of the most difficult moments of my life—knowing that we were going to deliver a baby, but unable to bring her home in our arms.
Being a Catholic woman newly married (two years in July), I was always under the impression that our duty (and delight) was to start popping out those babies as soon as we say “I do.”
I was at a particularly difficult place in time when I read a true story based on a now-married woman and a priest.
I’m happy with where I am, but why do I constantly feel like I have this unfillable void in my heart?
Why is it so difficult to ask for help? Perhaps it is because it meant that I had to admit that I can not, in fact, do everything on my own.
I was baptized that day by a man who would decades later be posthumously accused of sexual abuse of a young male in his diocese.
This early into the New Year, we are all still pumped about our workouts, organizing projects, and fabulous new healthy lifestyle choices. So, I’d just like to take a moment as your friendly juice cleanse buzzkill to say: “Keep death daily before your eyes.”