Come Holy Spirit-Holding Cross The Comforter

The Holding Cross & The Comforter.




Dear Little hearts,

Trust, surrender and believe !! Let us hear what the Spirit is saying to us through our Holy Father as we prepare for Pentecost on Sunday. If I do but love I have everything, let us ask God by his grace to expand our hearts to love ever more generously, seeking to serve and be other Christ’s, other Mary’s for this world. The Spirit calls us all to holiness it’s not for a few ‘special souls ‘ or some kind of elect, it’s for each and every one of us no matter where we are in our lives at this point.

Come Holy Spirit.

Hold your Cross to your heart and sing up…… or hold your cross to your heart and let the tears fall, for God understands all.


From Pope Francis

“In these days of waiting for the feast of the Holy Spirit, we ask: Come, Holy Spirit, come and give me this big heart, this heart capable of loving with humility, with meekness, an open heart that is capable of loving. And let’s ask this grace, of the Holy Spirit. And may He free us always from the other path, the path of selfishness, which eventually ends badly. Let us ask for this grace.”

Poor Clare Colettines TMD

The Servant


Who’s In Control


Mother Teresa: “I belong to Jesus. He must have the right to use me without consulting me.”

1 Cor 6:19-20 (NIV) …You are not your own; you were bought with a price…

Rom 14:8 (Jer) If we live, we live for the Lord; and if we die, we die for the Lord, so that alive or dead we belong to the Lord.

“Right here we must see the difference between choosing to serve and choosing to be a servant. When we chose to serve, we are still in charge. We decide whom we will serve and when we will serve. And if we are in charge, we will worry a great deal about anyone stepping on us, that is, taking charge over us. But when we choose to be a servant, we give up the right to be in charge. There is great freedom in this. If we voluntarily choose to be taken advantage of, then we cannot be manipulated. When we choose to be a servant, we surrender the right to decide when we will serve. We become available and vulnerable.”


The Fifth Station of the Cross: Simon of Cyrene Helps Jesus Carry His Cross

Image courtesy of St Raphael Parish, Surrey.

When God lays a cross upon us, some misfortune, some unexpected burden, instead of thanking Him for this precious gift, too often we rebel against His will. We forget that our Savior never sends a cross alone, but ever sweetens its bitterness, lightens its weight by His all-powerful grace. With reluctance, with unwillingness, Simon bears the cross of His Master. At first his spirit revolted against this injustice, his pride rebelled against this ignominy. But once he accepted with resignation, his soul was filled with heavenly sweetness, he felt not the weight of the heavy beams, he heeded not the jibes of the multitude but pressed on after His Master, proud to be His follower.


The Fifth Station of the Cross by Fr Willie Doyle, the original post can be found:



Dealing with a Miscarriage – “Mary, Our Mother in Grief”

Mary, Our Mother in Grief, Dealing with a Miscarriage

Join Msgr. Charles M. Mangan as he helps us understand the importance and distinct role that Mary, our mother in grief, plays for those suffering from a miscarriage and early infant loss.


Unite these sufferings to Jesus as you pray the chaplet of Hannah’s Tears, please consider offering your pain for someone who could use a prayer. Please follow the link to download the chaplet prayer






Our Sufferings

Our Sufferings must become our prayer united to Christ Jesus who suffered more then we will ever know.  We must unite ourselves to Christ each and every moment of the day that nothing will be wasted but used for God’s greater glory!   We can do nothing without Him who is perfect, Father, Son and Holy Spirit, my Lord and my God please take that which is my greatest suffering at this time in my life and use it for your divine will and for the conversion of sinners.  For all of those suffering with infertility, the loss of a child within the womb and those that have died after birth be with them my Lord and my God that their tears may be dried with your loving mercy in Jesus name we pray.  Amen

Saint Faustina:  “On the First Friday of the month, before Communion, I saw a large ciborium filled with sacred hosts. A hand placed the ciborium in front of me, and I took it in my hands. There were a thousand living hosts inside. Then I heard a voice, These are hosts which have been received by the souls for whom you have obtained the grace of true conversion during this Lent.” (Diary, p640)


Jesus to Saint Faustina

For the sake of your love, I withhold the just chastisements, which mankind has deserved. A single act of pure love pleases Me more than a thousand imperfect prayers. One of your sighs of love atones for many offenses with which the godless overwhelm Me. The smallest act of virtue has unlimited value in My eyes because of your great love for Me. In a soul that lives on My love alone, I reign as in heaven. I watch over it day and night. In it I find My happiness; My ear is attentive to each request of its heart; often I anticipate its requests. O child, especially beloved by Me, apple of My eye, rest a moment near My Heart and taste of the love in which you will delight for all eternity. But child, you are not yet in your homeland; so go, fortified by My grace, and fight for My kingdom in human souls; fight as a king’s child would; and remember that the days of your exile will pass quickly, and with them the possibility of earning merit for heaven. I expect from you, My child, a great number of souls who will glorify My mercy for all eternity. My child, that you may answer My call worthily, receive Me daily in Holy Communion. It will give you strength’… Jesus, do not leave me alone in suffering. You know, Lord, how weak I am. I am an abyss of wretchedness, I am nothingness itself; so what will be so strange if You leave me alone and I fall? I am an infant, Lord, so I cannot get along by myself. However, beyond all abandonment I trust, and in spite of my own feeling I trust, and I am being completely transformed into trust-often in spite of what I feel. Do not lessen any of my sufferings, only give me strength to bear them. Do with me as You please, Lord, only give me the grace to be able to love You in every event and circumstance. Lord, do not lessen my cup of bitterness, only give me strength that I may be able to drink it all. O Lord, sometimes You lift me up to the brightness of visions, and then again You plunge me into the darkness of night and the abyss of my nothingness, and my soul feels as if it were alone in the wilderness. Yet, above all things, I trust in You, Jesus, for You are unchangeable. My moods change, but You are always the same, full of mercy.”

National Infant loss Awareness

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God Bless,

Kambra Malone
Back in His Arms Again


Notes from my journal {March 17, 2008}

“Gabriel” is the name we gave to our child that we lost the end of July 2008. We really didn’t know if it was a boy or girl since his/her heartbeat stopped at 7 weeks, but we just had this *feeling* it was a boy. For the sake of simplicity, I will use “he”.

Gabriel would have been due today. My arms ache to hold him and there is a empty space in my heart. I wonder what he would of looked like and what it would be like to nurse and nuzzle a baby again. I wonder how Angeline would of reacted and picture her holding her new brother or sister. I long to see my husband holding a newborn again in wonder of this life we created together with God.

Despite this longing and the tears that fall as I write this, there is inner peace…peace in the knowledge that Chris and I have created, with God, a soul to eternally praise Him in Heaven. Isn’t this what we are called to do in the Sacrament of Marriage? This is a soul that is now looking upon the very face of God Himself and intercedes for us. This is a soul that will be spared the pains and trials of life on earth.

There is also peace in the knowledge that God’s will is perfect. God sees the *big picture* and knows what is most sanctifying for our souls.

I have been wearing a very delicate pendant with Gabriel’s birthstone that I obtained from this site that carries memorial jewelry for children lost during pregnancy. I will put it away today with a lovely poem that came with it, a picture Angeline made me and my last ultrasound picture of him. This is not in an effort to forget him, but to help me have closure. 

I will continue to speak to Gabriel in prayer and hold him close to my heart with the hope that one day we will finally meet and embrace in Heaven.

{Theresa lives out her vocation as wife, mother to four (and two in Heaven), Classical homeschooler, Secular Carmelite, and part-time ultrasonographer in Pennsylvania.  She shares her fumbling writings at my desert heart when the Spirit nudges her.}

Empy womb, empty tomb

These words have been coming to me each time I begin the first Glorious Mystery: The Resurrection.  At first I thought my neurotic mind was making up some weird rhyme but after it repetitively kept going through my mind, I decided to reflect on it a bit.

The Spirit is certainly leading me to do a lot of that these last few months…mostly regarding my trial of leaving my childbearing years and the last two children I lost.  No doubt, there have been many graces since becoming involved with Hannah’s Tears and this has impelled me to write on this subject.

My focus was on Mary Madgalene as she approached the tomb Easter morning.

In my reflection, I realized that the empty tomb was, at first, a source of sorrow for her.  She was overcome with loss and confusion.  No one could console her in her grief.  Except…for Jesus Himself.  When Jesus spoke her name, she immediately recognized Him and was filled with inexpressible JOY!  The empty tomb was now a source of joy and hope.

The empty womb…can be a cause of great sorrow for many women whether due to infertility, miscarriage, stillbirth and those entering the premenopause years.  I wrote especially of my own sorrow.

How can this be a source of joy or hope?

As Mary Magdalene did, we need to listen to Jesus calling out name in the midst of our grief and turn to Him.  In Isaiah 51:12 we find God speaking, “I, I am your Consoler…”.  He is the One, the first, we should to turn to in our sorrow.  And, as Mary uttered his title, “Rabboni”, we are to utter and cry out in prayer, “My Lord and my God!” as we cling to Him.

It will no doubt be a prayer of lamentation and a plea for divine assistance, but it also has to be a prayer of hope, love, and trust in the Divine Plan for our life.  Regardless of the outcome, God will bring great fruits from out trials and losses.  We need to be open to where God is leading us and to be aware of how He is filling us in our emptiness.  Through this, God is calling us to an ever deepening relationship with Him.

Even though the saints suffered greatly, they were able to experience joy within their souls even in the midst of suffering.  They possessed the knowledge that Jesus is already victorious over loss and death.  They experienced the joy of eternity right here on earth.  They did not merely *bear* with their crosses, but embraced them willingly…joyous to be following the same path of their Beloved Crucified.

Are we not all called to be saints?

Let our eyes of faith stay ever focused on the joy that is ours NOW to possess…the joy of the empty tomb…and eternal life with the risen Jesus.  In your emptiness…be filled!

{Theresa lives out her vocation as wife, mother to four (and two in Heaven), Classical homeschooler, Secular Carmelite, and part-time ultrasonographer in Pennsylvania.  She shares her fumbling writings at my desert heart when the Spirit nudges her.}