The heart of the matter is the heart. A feminine heart is what the world is in dire need of.

When I encountered the story of Our Lady of Guadalupe, it was like I was hearing and seeing for the first time.

We all love our mothers. Well, at least we all should love them. I care for my mother deeply, but that doesn’t excuse the fact that we don’t always see eye to eye with each other, as many others struggle within their own families… Regardless of all the arguments my mother and I have, there are many more instances of the choices she made in raising my family with my father, and they truly helped me grow into the man I am today.

God does not ordinarily speak in thunderbolts, unfortunately. So, what happens when God is silent?

I miss my first-born daughter in a way no one else could possibly miss her. My relationship with her was unlike anyone else’s, and the void in my life and in my family feels so vacuous at times and it’s a very lonely and isolated place to be. The disbelief that the accident actually happened and resulted in Anna’s instant death washes over me again and again. How can it possibly be true?