First Glorious Mystery

The Resurrection of Jesus Fruit of the Mystery: Faith What Kind of Catholic Am I, Anyway? by Sarah Bradley My six year-old son is a champion evangelizer—he wears his Catholic faith boldly and proudly on his sleeve. (Case in point: the conversation about angels he roped his pediatrician into when the doctor innocently asked himContinue reading “First Glorious Mystery”

The Third Luminous Mystery

Proclamation of the Kingdom Fruit of the Mystery: Trust in God Fidelity Often, my prayer resembles the words spoken by the boy’s father in Mark’s Gospel, who has come to beg the Lord to heal his son: “But if you can do anything, have compassion on us and help us” (Mark 9:22), and then, “IContinue reading “The Third Luminous Mystery”

The First Luminous Mystery

The Baptism of Jesus Fruit of the Mystery: Openness to the Holy Spirit Baptism Changes Everything “If we get married, we’ll have children, and you’ll want to baptize those children in the Catholic Church. I won’t let you and you’ll hate me, and everything we have now will be for nothing.” I knew in myContinue reading “The First Luminous Mystery”

The Fifth Joyful Mystery

The Finding of Jesus in the Temple Fruit of the Mystery: The Joy of Christ Jesus, Others, Yourself Virtue of joy  Virtue: High standards or morals J.O.Y:  JESUS, OTHERS, YOURSELF Joy can seem elusive. Everyone is searching for it, but if you break it into its parts, it’s easier to translate and apply.  Someone onceContinue reading “The Fifth Joyful Mystery”

The Fourth Glorious Mystery

Photo by Kelsey Green The Assumption of the Blessed Virgin Mary Fruit of the Mystery: Devotion to Mary Little Mamas The best part of my day comes late at night, when everyone’s asleep. Our loud, bright house turns still, soft and quiet. The giggles of the day are replaced by the peeping of tree frogs.Continue reading “The Fourth Glorious Mystery”

The First Glorious Mystery

The Resurrection of Jesus Fruit of the Mystery: Faith God’s Gift to Me: Faith in My Ability to Be a Mother Even before my third child was one year old, I was cleaning out her clothes. The donation pile grew, despite any reservations or nostalgia I had for the little rompers and newborn pajamas thatContinue reading “The First Glorious Mystery”