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Entries related to: healing

My Journey to Lourdes

In December of 2015, I was diagnosed with ALS (Lou Gehrig’s disease). Over the coming days, the weight of my diagnosis became real: How would I cope? Who would take care of my family? Though my body was failing, this disease could not touch my spirit. I turned to Our Lady for help, taking a pilgrimage to Lourdes in France for healing and wholeness.  
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Trusting What Beckons: A Meditation on Healing

Not long ago, I fell in a state park while hiking with friends. I was elated at first that no bones appeared to be broken. Since travel has been the major constant in my life for two decades, I pictured in that first second of the fall how impossible it would be if my arms, wrists, or legs were splintered.
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Facing Grief During the Holidays

“Make a plan.” That’s what I was told when I asked a friend for some advice about facing the holidays after my husband and daughter were killed in a drunken driving accident. I asked the question because I felt completely lost. It was hard to face any day, let alone a holiday. I had no idea how I would manage a season of joy. Pain and confusion were my reality, not happiness. 
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The Sex-Abuse Crisis: How Do We Heal?

The Church in the United States is still reeling in the wake of the Pennsylvania grand jury's report documenting that 301 priests and religious in six dioceses abused over 1,000 minors. And the latest wave of abuse against women religious has made the situation that much worse. Many of us are angry and confused. How do we heal from this? How do we move forward as a faith community? Clifford Hennings, OFM, has some words of wisdom to get us started.
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Seeking God with Sister Rose: ‘Lord, Give Me a Sign!’

My parents died within two weeks of each other many years ago. Dad, who never smoked, had terminal lung cancer. Mom had a limb removed due to diabetes and was on kidney dialysis. I was so brokenhearted and wanted a sign from God. I wanted to see a bluebird—a symbol of happiness. My parents had gone through so much suffering in their lives, and I just wanted to be assured that they were happy.  
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Finding Light in the Darkness

Image: Martin Sattler Because my father was the parent who slept lightly, he was the one we awakened if we felt sick or troubled in the middle of the night. There was always a soft night light glowing by the radio in the kitchen, and I’d find my way to the kitchen table while my father set about making two cups of tea. As we waited for the water to boil he would open the back door and look out at the night sky. He reassured me many times that morning would soon come, and that the things that were frightening in the dark were always more hopeful in the light. I carried that promise with me. As I grew up and left home I often remembered the hope of those words in the literal dark of night. But it was when I faced the emotional dark of broken dreams and deep disappointment that they came alive.
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Encountering Darkness, Rising from Grief

I ask the dark, have you come for my heart? I stand at their gravesides in the blue dress someone found for me to wear. The sleeves are stiff, irritating the tender skin of my empty arms. I watch. I am a girl in a dress the color of the sky, and all that remains from the threshing floor of my life are the names of things.
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My Lord, the Healer of Wounds

 
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