My doctor watched me closely during my first trimester since I had had 3 previous miscarriages. During that trimester, I was afraid of my almost weekly visits. Afraid of what they might find. No heartbeat? Bad bloodwork? At week 12, my mind was eased. Everything looked fantastic.

My husband and I got married on November 12th, 2021. What was supposed to be the best day of our life turned out to be the start of a nightmare. I remember bits and pieces of our wedding and nothing more. At our reception, I had this aching pain in my stomach. What I thought was appendicitis was an ovarian pregnancy that ruptured. I was rushed into immediate surgery. My brand-new husband and I were shocked, confused, and hurt. We didn’t know what to think. The first time I would ever circle “spouse” on any paper was in the middle of a miscarriage.

This is where the beauty and grace of woman, encounters the agony and suffering of grief.

Like Mary, often the wounds we bear are not visible to others, but the heartache, suffering, and interior unrest can be paralyzing.

When we think of the Blessed Mother, we often think of her as ‘unblemished without stain or sin’ and sometimes frankly, “unrelatable”

NFP can be hard for families after loss. Listen in as this precious couple shares the view from within.

Are you Catholic enough? A response from a grieving mother, when invited to support group, sent Red Bird Ministries Director of Families, Joy Boudreaux on a contemplation journey questioning herself, am I even Catholic enough?

“he shall wipe every tear…..”

If life had gone according to my will, this was to be Vivienne’s first Christmas.

I was looking for divine comfort as I tried to prepare myself for having to be induced

The word journey has always bothered me.