It is not always easy to give voice to our pain. To lament is to dive into the darkest corner of our soul and finally express the deepest pain that laid buried amidst the rubble.
The Lament of Jerusalem | A Widow Weeps Bitterly in the Night

It is not always easy to give voice to our pain. To lament is to dive into the darkest corner of our soul and finally express the deepest pain that laid buried amidst the rubble.
Even in this day and age, these stories stand tall as beacons of light--reminding us as women that it is our birthright to become mothers one day, if we so choose.
The past remains within us. It is this past that St. Jude is harking back to as a new dawn emerges on the horizon.
It is the story of a woman who is perhaps as lonely as the man. Except she has been vilified for this loneliness. His loneliness is understandable; hers is not.
The keys were a metaphor to open the kingdom; to invite hearers in and to build the church.
The apparatus and institutions through which we pray may have changed. But does that mean we do not pray at all?
The seed is a symbol for a future that is yet to be. The journey begins with valuing that seed that exists within us.
Whether we are poor or rich, intelligent or lacking thereof; the prayer calls on us to be humble and to ask, for we never know when the wheel of fortune may turn--either up or down.
In Norse mythology, Odin is the All-Father. His quest for wisdom never ends. He is willing to pay any price to understand the great mysteries of life, which he desires more deeply than anything else.
Is there a ‘Me’ that exists outside of ‘Me’ that is telling me not to do something I deeply want to do?