meet
become a
Hi friends and welcome to the Arise, Beloved blog. We have an amazing team of writers behind this blog and our desire is to speak truth into the lies that cripple us and shine light into the darkness that isolates us because we believe that now, more than ever, the Church desperately needs women to be restored so that the world can be set ablaze. Our hope is that you find comfort, solace, and peace in knowing that you are not alone, you are not too far gone and there is ALWAYS hope to be found.
Welcome to the blog
search by
recent posts
Never try to grab for a falling flat iron. Just let it fall. You may be laughing at those words; I get it, they are ridiculous. Perhaps you’re nodding your head with understanding, phantom pain emerging on a wrist or fingertip. Personally, as I’m writing these words, I am struggling to hold my pen with […]
Yesterday and today we’ve had our windows open for the first time since the fall. Every single year, the first signs of spring’s upcoming arrival fill me with so much hope, joy, and anticipation. The birds have come back and have started chirping again. We have a couple of cardinals that have made their home […]
I haven’t used my instagram account in about 4 months. I can only last about 5 minutes on facebook before the endless feed of accomplishments and updates from people I haven’t spoken to in years becomes too much. It’s hard to hit the “like” button on posts that make my covetous heart ache. I didn’t […]
I remember the moment he said the words: “I’m sorry. I just don’t think we have the right connection.” Waves of inadequacy and shame swept like a riptide through that Chicago alley, leaving me struggling and gasping for air in the storm of his rejection. I didn’t breathe again that night. Really, I don’t think […]
“What is the root of your reoccurring sins?” This was the bold question slipped into a Sunday homily that led me to do some ponderous digging. I thought about how we are all quite familiar with comparison which sometimes wilts into gossip or slander and has the capacity to corrode into envy, greed, or pride. […]
Sisters, beneath seasons of waiting I have discovered the richness of preparation. The mystery of it is divine, linked to the little town of Nazareth. Nazareth is imbued with waiting, with preparation: the God-man preparing to offer the greatest love. I often stumble upon this mystery in my prayer and get stuck there: it resonates. […]