How God is Turning My Biggest Embarrassment into My Strongest Testimony

I remember the first time I prayed for my future spouse. I was 11.

I am pretty sure I got the idea from either my older sisters or a chastity talk I had been to in middle school. I wouldn’t be able to tell you exactly where the idea came from… I just did it.

At 11 years old I didn’t know the woman that I would be when I would fall in love with my future spouse. I didn’t know who I would have become in those years or how my relationship with Our Lord would have transformed. I didn’t know who this man was or where he would come from. I didn’t know how he would smile or what sound his laugh would make. I didn’t know much of anything…Except I knew he was out there and he was worth waiting for.

As an 11 year old I also didn’t know the brokenness that I would be carrying into this relationship years down the road, the battles we would have to fight, or the struggles we would have to overcome.

In the [amazing] book called “Woman in Love”, Katie Hartfiel asked this question,

What is your brokenness? Name it. 

This brought me back to last April where I had  to finally name the brokenness that was tearing apart my relationship with God.

This can be summed up into two words…eating disorder.

I struggle everyday with the simplest action of sitting down and having a meal. Yes, that basic human need. Trust me it is as ridiculous as it sounds.

It was only last April, through the grace of confession, that I put a name to the brokenness that was keeping me from God.  My spiritual director sat me down many times throughout the year to ask, “Kileen, are you eating?”. I would reply all offended “Father, of course I am eating! Gosh. Can everyone stop asking me that?”

Yet… that question came up person, after person, after person. My family and friends were growing increasingly concerned over the rapid amount of weight I had lost from my Freshman year of college to my sophomore year. But I refused to listen.

Then I woke up one day last April with the intense desire of wanting to go to confession. This was so weird for me! Although I love the Sacrament it usually takes me days to prepare myself to go to the confessional because I get such bad anxiety beforehand. For some odd reason, this day was different.

In the confessional Father asked me for the millionth time, “Kileen I have to ask because I am your spiritual Father, I care about you…. Are you eating?”

I broke down into tears. I couldn’t lie anymore, I couldn’t fake it.

Throughout the past 2 years I had gotten pretty good at putting on a fake smile and answering the question as if there was no guilty conscious ringing off in my head. I had become used to saying, “Oh no… I walk everywhere so that has really helped me drop a few pounds.”

I was recycling an old lie that was used on me when someone close to me had revealed her eating disorder.

See… the devil knew exactly where to place the sin that I would be too ashamed to share. I didn’t wake up one morning and decide that I wasn’t going to eat anymore. No. It started with my busy life not lending me time to eat breakfast. Then it turned into ‘I’m getting too busy to eat lunch but I’ll have a big dinner’, all up to the point that I was having a smoothie or a few spinach leaves a day. As I stopped eating meal after meal I noticed a change in my body. Sadly, I liked it.

There was still a deep shame inside. After all, my entire reversion was built on ‘rediscovering’ my beauty. In the past I had enjoyed explaining to other woman that they were dignified beautiful creations of God! Yet, here I was. Feeling “satisfied” with the growling of an empty stomach as if it was some victory. While a voice inside said, ” You are a disappointment. You are a failure. You are broken.”

I kept the secret. I isolated the voice of Christ telling me to give Him this brokenness. I felt that if I just shut His voice out, I wouldn’t have to feel guilty or ashamed. It actually increased both.

I wasn’t willing to give up everything for Christ. I was still holding onto a “vision” of my body and along the way I was hurting so many people close to me. They felt lied to… And rightly so.

Why am I telling you this story? 

Well. The man who I began praying for as that 11 year old girl was the same man who helped me heal my own brokenness.

On the day of this same confession, Father continued his spiritual guidance and asked this question, “Do you want to have kids?” My response was a loud and proud yes! He explained gently that if I were to continue denying my body its most basic necessity, I could lose my chance at motherhood.

My heart dropped.

How selfish of me.

Christ was opening up a desire in my heart that was far deeper and held more meaning to me than the size of jeans I wear. I had always desired to be a faithful wife and loving mother, but for some odd reason I didn’t connect my own eating habits with my future marriage and family. One thing I really want to stress is that if I were to have tried to heal purely for me, I would have never started my recovery. In thinking of myself I was led only to self harm and isolation. It was in thinking of the man who God had created with me in mind, the man who Our Lord knew would lead me safely back to Him, that I was able to step outside of my selfishness and name the sin that was keeping me tucked away in darkness.

It was love, namely love Himself, who brought me back into the light.

I was praying daily again. I opened up my first prayer in a little while for my future husband. I prayed that he would forgive my failures. I prayed that I could be the wife he deserved. I prayed for the ability to still be able to have children in the future and if God allows that, I prayed that my children would learn from my mistakes.

It was prayers for my Husband-to-be that began a slow and steady ‘yes’ from God… He was telling me over and over again, “You are enough”.

Months later I still look at the front cover of the journal I bought while beginning my road to recovery, and on it says;

“To You Lord, I am enough”.

I still carry the scar of my own self harm. I still struggle with eating. Sometimes I still even cringe at the feeling of being full. And no… This disorder isn’t glamorous like the store Urban Outfitters would have you think. They would like to de-sensitize it to make you buy a fashion tee that says “eat less”.

But there’s hope…

For me it began with Christ. He brought me back into the light to name the very sin that was leaving me crippled. It was painful and the first few months were exhausting, some days still are. But as Saint Paul wrote in Romans 8:18, “The pain you’ve been feeling, can’t compare to the joy that’s coming.”

The joy of a fruitful and holy marriage that will lead me back to my Heavenly Father is the joy I pray will come. To my future husband, thank you. Your existence alone gave me inspiration to live not just for myself, but for what may come.

This struggle will not become my identity. Because even the tragedy of the cross, Christ turned into His greatest victory.

This is my cross.

“And he said to all, if any man would come after me, let him deny himself and take up his cross daily and follow me.” Luke 9:23

Please pray for me, know I am praying for you as well.

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Veiled: For my Beloved

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As I walk into the sanctuary on a beautiful Sunday I automatically feel the glances and sense the stares. Part of me doesn’t want to look up and awkwardly catch eyes with the person looking at me, so I continue to walk in and make my way to the pew.

Then I see Him.

I kneel down and genuflect in front of the first love of my life. My heart lifts and I forget the people staring. It’s just me and sweet Jesus.

Yes I am one of many young women who are revitalizing an old tradition of wearing a veil (mantilla) in the presence of Our Lord. And yes, you can do this and not be 80 years old. I remember seeing the older generation at my home parish wear the veil and thought to myself, “Wow they STILL do that?” Not even fully realizing how beautiful of a tradition it was. Of course Our Lord brought me to that understanding about a year ago and deepened this calling for veiling. I ignored it. “That would be awkward! Women don’t do that anymore! They would stare at me and judge me!” All of these thoughts were based on fear, not love. Veiling in front of Our Lord is founded purely on love of Him. And boy was I in love! So of course I stepped up and obeyed the calling. Fortunately, haven’t looked back since. 

Now that I have been wearing the veil for a while, I realize the beauty and the depth to this calling and it isn’t just about modesty and obedience in front of my Lord. No.

The veil represents my total gift of self to my beloved.

As I walk down the aisle towards the Eucharist… I am meeting my beloved. I am walking towards the first love of my life and I ready my heart to be one with His. To receive His body, soul, and divinity. When you veil you are recognizing that something beautiful and sacred is in front of you. Women were created as the most beautiful creation, therefore; when we veil, we humble ourselves and point to something even more beautiful… Which is God Himself.

Now…Fast forward a few years….

I walk with my Dad making our way towards the altar in the church.  

I fix my veil, perfecting it to make sure that I feel and look my best.

My nerves rise as I get closer towards the entrance of the sanctuary, everyone is looking at me, everyone is staring….

Then I see him.

My groom standing at the front of the altar. Waiting patiently for me and symbolizing perfectly the patience that came along with living out a chaste relationship so that on my wedding day I could wear white, and mean it.

I am veiled representing my total gift of self to him and Our Lord. I walk down the aisle toward my beloved, the man that I will be united with through the sacraments and who also fulfills what Our Lord says in scripture that, “Then the two shall become one flesh…”

.Let’s come back to today…

When I walk into the sanctuary on a normal Sunday I meet my first Beloved in the tabernacle, one who I walk down the aisle time and time again to receive on my tongue in the Holy Eucharist. I wear the veil symbolizing my gift of self and submission to Our Lord, a gentle reminder of Our Lady and how she modeled this so perfectly. Mary gave herself as a gift to God. We all as women are gifts to humanity! This is what we need to remember! The reason we were created last is because we are the crown of God’s creation!

See, it is no coincidence that brides wear a veil on the day of their wedding. This tradition, much like the tradition of wearing the chapel veil, has now been accustomed to taste. We need to re-educate that the veil isn’t an accessory but rather a symbol of submission, humility, dignity, and the gift of ones self to another. As a bride I will walk down the aisle veiled for the Beloved that God made for me. The man who I will vow to live my life t’ll death to Heaven and all while fulfilling the ultimate goal… “Kileen, let’s be Saints”. 

Although the stares and glances from some of the parishioners may be uncomfortable, the reality I have found is that I don’t wear the veil because of them! No, I wear the veil for my beloved. The veil was never about myself and the parishioners, but rather it is about symbolizing my own dignity, obedience, faithfulness, and total gift of self to not only my beloved Lord but also my beloved [future] husband.

30 Day Modesty Challenge | Week 2

Hello wonderful ladies! Thank you for your dedication to this movement and I thank you for your prayers!

Lesson[s] learned this week:
– Our Lord is peeling away at my layers like a chef does to an onion. The irony of this is that my clothes seem to be adding layers, instead of removing them, but my heart is being peeled away as Our Lord is uncovering what is hidden beneath. Through my conversation with Him I am discovering that this challenge is not just about finding fashionable and appropriate clothes, but rather the real challenge begins in my heart. Modesty is more than the clothes I wear, no it cannot be summed in just that, modesty is a confidence and dignified walk we make towards Our Lord. This challenge has opened up conversation with Our Lord that was absolute necessary in order for our relationship to move forward! Do not be afraid… start talking to Him… He WILL be faithful to you!

– I have also learned the necessity of my own modesty while I am living out my promise to remain pure for my future husband. I have dreamt, like any 21 year old girl, about my wedding day. I dream of walking down the aisle towards the man that God created for me, the man that God was thinking of when he was creating me, the man that God had set apart specifically for me. The thing is… when I walk down the aisle I want to wear white… and mean it. Now you may be asking…. what does this have to do with modesty? Well what I have been piecing together is that both modesty and purity require one another. While praying about my modesty I have noticed how easy it has been to transition those prayers for my purity and the purity of my future spouse. The challenge for a pure life and one of modesty seemed to intermingle but had still distinguished themselves separately in my prayer life. Now I am seeing how you cannot have one without the other, and that the conversation of one will absolutely lead to conversation about the other. Pray about this and see what happens!

MODEST DRESS | WEEK 2

Day 8 day 8“God has assigned as the duty of every man, the dignity of every woman.” -Saint Pope John Paul II. I am blessed with the support I receive from my best friend (and boyfriend)! On day 8, I wore this bright coral dress that I bought at Old Navy. As a cover up I used my favorite jean shirt… It was not only light but made the dress a little more casual!

Day 9

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“Wearing the veil helps me grow in virtue, modesty, humility, and authentic femininity”. – Crystalina Evert. If you still want more information on the beauty of veiling, check out Crystalina Evert and her beautiful reflection on the forgotten tradition here.

Day 10

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On Day 10, I spent some much needed time in a beautiful adoration chapel praying for all you ladies joining me in the 30 day modesty challenge! Keep it up beautiful ladies!

Day 11

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On Day 11, I relaxed in a mint green t-shirt with jeans and some accessories! Life with Christ truly is a wonderful adventure. Boy oh boy. On this day I was informed my blog would be featured on Chastity Project! It was exciting, humbling, and a bit intimidating.

Day 12

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Do you have a strapless maxi that lacks some comfort? Do you find yourself constantly pulling it up? I have definitely had this! My solution was to put a loose shirt over the dress and add some jewelry! And guess what?? I was comfortable all day long! No yanking or pulling at this dress anymore!

Day 13

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Comfortable tee. Bermuda cotton shorts. Vest. A lazy and rainy day left me at home with a cup of coffee and a good time to read. Although I wasn’t dressing up, it didn’t mean that I couldn’t still look comfy AND cute! I pieced together some of my most comfortable clothes and made it work!

Day 14

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I have had my eye on this short and light summer dress. All summer. I keep looking at it and hoping that the length will magically grow so that I can wear it. Unfortunately that hasn’t happened. So my solution to being able to wear this dress in a modest way was to add some army green jeans underneath! Let me tell ya… I was a lot more comfortable in that shirt [dress] than I had ever been before! No constant pulling down, worry, or embarrassment from showing too much skin. Win/win!

Day 15

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I spent day 15 and 16 in the beautiful Colorado Mountains camping with some wonderful Catholic families! “Do not grow weary in doing good, for at the proper time you will reap a harvest if you do not give up.” Galatians 6:9

Remember the most important piece to the modesty challenge is prayer! If you felt called to do the challenge Our Lord has a reason for that! Make sure to check out my Pinterest and Instagram for some ideas on outfits and inspiration to not give up! When you Instagram your modest clothing don’t forget the hashtag #30daymodestychallenge !

Praying for you all! Please pray for me!