For many of us shaped by immigrant families or marginalized communities, this Mary feels familiar. She looks like our abuelas—complicated, courageous, caught between survival and hope. Women who resist in their own quiet ways while also carrying the weight of harmful narratives they inherited. Women whose faith is not perfect, but persistent.

I love the liturgy.

I recent years and months,

I have forgotten just how much I love the liturgy.

I am drawn to women’s stories –
in their own voices,
about their own lives,
telling their own experiences.

How does building resilience during times of hardship nurture faith?