On a quiet First Saturday morning, the sky was washed in gold and blue. Prayer seemed to rise more easily with the wind moving through the trees. In that stillness came a deeper reflection on discernment, motherhood, and the responsibility we carry for the souls entrusted to us.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In recent weeks I have been reminded how easily even good intentions can drift beyond the safe harbor of God\u2019s will. As I read this post, it became clear that dreams, prayer, and the gentle warnings of the Spirit reveal directions. They also uncover dangers that may have otherwise remained hidden.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
These reflections became a prayer for greater vigilance. They also became a plea for the Gift of Discernment<\/strong>. This occurs in times when confusion and deception seem to grow louder in the world around us.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Read the full reflection here.<\/p>\n\n\n\n