The Straw in the Manger

My family whom I love dearly is far from perfect. And even on Christmas night, sometimes we just fall. Sometimes my pride says, “Oh Mikayla are you really so weak that you still fight with your family” or “Seriously aren’t you beyond this”. But the reality is I’m human. So on Christmas night when myContinue reading “The Straw in the Manger”

Behold Your Mother

It’s World War II, and inside a concentration camp there’s an old Catholic priest with 16670 tattooed on his arm. He was known around the camp to offer secret masses, confession, give his food to younger inmates, and was a very hard worker. This man also had a huge devotion to our Blessed Mother, andContinue reading “Behold Your Mother”