“What you are is God’s gift to you, what you become is your gift to God” Hans Urs von Balthasar
“Now as they went on their way, he entered a certain village, where a woman named Martha welcomed him into her home. She had a sister named Mary, who sat at the Lord’s feet and listened to what he was saying. But Martha was distracted by her many tasks; so she came to him and… Continue reading The Better Part: A Mother’s Perspective on Slowing Down and Being Still
Jodie pulled my blue lifejacket from the back of the minivan and handed it to me. “Do you have the map?” she asked, a hint of panic edging into her voice. “Don’t worry, I’ve been planning this trip for over a hundred years.” The sarcastic exaggeration might have been much, but it was ridiculous to think we could get lost canoeing around the shores of… Continue reading “Be At Peace” A Short Story
For the longest time, I have hated porn. And not just pornography, but any form of impurity that elicits lust and impure sexual desire. This has been my greatest spiritual discontent ever since I first encountered sexuality (I was so young I cannot even remember my age). I was fascinated by sexuality. As an adult now, I can… Continue reading He Thirsts – A Reflection and Prayer on Pornography
CONTENT WARNING: The content of this short story, although not explicit, deals with mature subject matter. Her knitted sweater caught on a branch. With shaking hands, she tore herself free, stumbling forward. Night creatures croaked and screeched, raising the hair on the back of her exposed neck. The sound of crisp leaves under heavy feet… Continue reading “Safe” A Short Story
I am blind. No colours or forms, no vivid landscapes, no unique faces or visible features for my memory to cling to. Instead, I immerse myself in the descriptions of brilliant flowers blooming across large expanses –wild, untouched and in abundance— of crystal-clear waters that sparkle with life, and of the soul-piercing blue of… Continue reading Ainslinn: Poetic Prose
Two years ago… It was night, and I had been sleeping for quite some time. My slumber was the quiet, eventless sort, void of any imagined things, people or events. Then suddenly, a man shouted my name, “VANESSA!” I remember shooting up fast in bed, my heart pounding, my husband still asleep, and responding—kid you… Continue reading Finding Confidence in Christ’s Call
Vanessa Marie Caron, Author 