Romans 8:28
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Deep Water – Raised Catholic episode 12
The following is a transcript from the Raised Catholic podcast. To listen to the podcast, click here. Today is episode 12: Deep Water Well, hey friends. As we are rebuilding our faith foundation, brick by brick, we will at times meet questions without any neat answers, and this is one of those days. Today we’re talking…
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Hope
On December 31, 2019, I had a lot of hopes. At our sweet friends’ New Year’s Eve party, I shakily wrote my resolution on a thin piece of cardboard: ‘attend my first writer’s conference’ and then I paused and added something like, ‘pursue publishing’. In the weeks that followed, I applied for and received a…
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Surrender
Jochebed knew her baby boy was in danger, as were all of the firstborn sons of Israel. She hid Moses as long as she could and then, with no options remaining, prepared a basket, coated it in tar and pitch, and placed the child in it to float among the reeds along the bank of…
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Anchor
It took almost more energy than I had to pick up my rosary beads. My relationship with intercessory prayer has been complicated lately, and I’m not really sure what I believe about it, but on the eve of a friend’s surgery, I moved through the beads and dedicated the time to my friend, his family,…
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Lion
In a moment where a ripple of jealousy washed in and tried to make me believe that one was blessed and favored and another forgotten, I stopped and named the lie. There is no scarcity in God. He makes good for all those who love Him. (Romans 8:28) He knows the plans He has for…
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Burn
Last week, I burned my hands badly. Like, large-mug-filled-with-boiling-water-slips-out-of-your-hands badly. When it happened, I rushed to the sink to let the cold water flow while I prayed for limited damage. When it was time to sleep, I wrapped a wet towel around my hand and waited for morning. In the light of day, the damage…
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Romans 8:28
When we were little, we lived on the third floor of a triple-decker on Elmer Road in Dorchester. My mother told the story of one day up there with us: a four-year old, three-year old me, and our six-month old baby sister. Mom had gotten the groceries and three children up the three flights of…