The Beautiful

Lord, make me an instrument of your peace. Where there is hatred, let me sow love; where there is injury, pardon; where there is doubt, faith; where there is despair, hope; where there is darkness, light; where there is sadness, joy. O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled…

The Ugly Truth… and The Beautiful Mystery

I am really good at making mistakes.¬†Serious. I am really good at saying ugly things, thinking ugly things and more often than I would like to admit, doing ugly things. I’ve been given the title of “Beauty Queen” but the ugly truth is that I am far from it. Yesterday I said something really ugly…