Thirst No More
Happy International Women’s Day!
The Samaritan Woman
In John 4:5–42, Jesus meets a Samaritan woman at a well in the heat of the day. This was no ordinary encounter. Jews did not speak to Samaritans — and yet Jesus not only spoke to her, He asked her for a drink.
He already knew everything about her — the broken relationships, the searching, the sin. And still, He did not condemn her. He invited her.
He offered her living water — not the kind drawn from a well, but the kind that satisfies the deepest thirst of the human heart. She listened. She believed. And then she ran back to her village to tell everyone she met.
This woman — with all of her past — became one of the first evangelists. An entire town came to believe because of her witness.
On this International Women’s Day, that is worth sitting with. Jesus has always seen women — not as the world sees them, not defined by their past — but as souls worthy of the living water that leads to eternal life.
John 4:7-15 New Catholic Bible
7 When a Samaritan woman came to draw water, Jesus said to her, “Give me some water to drink.” 8 His disciples had gone into the town to purchase food. 9 The Samaritan woman said to him, “You are a Jew. How can you ask me, a Samaritan woman, for some water to drink?” (Jews do not share anything in common with Samaritans.) 10 Jesus replied,
“If you recognized the gift of God
and who it is that is asking you for something to drink,
you would have asked him
and he would have given you living water.”
11 “Sir,” the woman said, “you do not have a bucket, and the well is deep. Where can you get this living water? 12 Are you greater than our ancestor Jacob who gave us this well and drank from it himself along with his sons and his cattle?” 13 Jesus said to her,
“Everyone who drinks this water
will be thirsty again.
14 But whoever drinks the water that I will give him
will never be thirsty.
The water that I will give him
will become a spring of water within him
welling up to eternal life.”
15 The woman said to him, “Sir, give me this water so that I may not be thirsty and have to come here to draw water.”
Women
God gave us specific roles in life. Whether I wanted to accept it or not, my role as a young woman was being a wife and mother. The world was different 54 years ago — and like so many women of my generation, I wanted to be heard.
Searching for Direction
I have never dabbled in neo-paganism — otherwise known as witchcraft — or at least that is what I believed to be true at the time. But when I was attending college in the 1970s, we were bombarded with social issues on every side: the war in Vietnam, and the women’s movement, which was gaining momentum on college campuses. I found myself questioning my sense of womanhood.
The Women’s Movement
Getting caught up in the frenzy, one day I reached my breaking point — and I decided to leave. It was Susan B. Anthony Day. Believe me when I say that this was the bravest thing I had ever done as a young adult. Driving from Santa Barbara to Colton was terrifying. I rarely drove on freeways, and yet there I was — alone, with my baby boy, pushing through fear mile by mile. I know without a doubt that God had assigned His angels — His special agents — to get me and my baby boy safely to my mother’s home that day.
Me and my baby boy Mikos
Thank the good Lord that I married young. Though I was caught up in this movement for a hot minute, it was not conducive to my lifestyle. When I was 21, our son Mikos was born — and yet, even then, that rebellious spirit was still running through my blood.
The Connection
How do I make the connection between witchcraft and the current women’s movement? Well, it is not hard to see. Women who are involved in witchcraft are turning to crystals, calling on Mother Nature as their goddess, and embracing New Age beliefs — and in doing so, they are opening every door possible to welcome dark, evil spirits into their lives.
The Devil does not need much. He waits for the opportunity, and then — like the snake in Genesis — he slithers in. Do these women realize they are opening these doors? Some do it with full intention. Others innocently fall into the trap set by Satan. Either way, remember this: Satan loves it when we are in the dark.
Why do these women feel such a need for empowerment? Many are broken and angry. They blame men and what they call patriarchal rules. They turn away from Christianity because they struggle with the masculinity and the nature of God — and some go so far as to believe that God is a woman.
Thank the good Lord that I married very young. Though I was involved in this movement for a hot minute, it was not conducive to my lifestyle. You see, when I was 21 our son Mikos was born. But the rebellious spirit was still running through my blood.
The Connection
How do I make a connection with witchcraft and this current women’s movement? Well it’s not hard to see that women who are involved in witchcraft are turning to the use of crystals, calling on Mother Nature like their goddess. And New Age beliefs are all opening every door possible to welcome dark, evil spirits to enter into their lives. The Devil doesn’t need much, he waits for the opportunity and then, like the snake in Genesis, he slithers into their lives. Do these women realize that they are opening these doors? Some do it with intention, while others innocently fall into the trap set by Satan. Remember Satan loves it when we are in the dark.
Why do these women feel the need for empowerment? These women are broken, angry and blame men and their patriarchal rules. They turn away from Christianity because they have a problem with the masculinity and gender of God. And some go so far as to believe that God is a woman!
You Don’t Need A Man
The demasculating of men is very apparent in this movement, and it is slowly taking a toll on young men. This ideology is riddled with confusion — and sometimes young men simply do not know how to react. My advice to them is to seek out a well-grounded young woman who is serving God. And my advice to young women is this: if you want to be treated like a queen, treat a man like a king.
Stepping Into The Masculine Role
God created men to be the head of the household. When that is disrupted, it throws off the entire order — the role of a man, the stability of a family, the peace of a home.
I know this firsthand. My husband Mike wants nothing more than to take care of me and our family. Nothing pleases him more than fulfilling his role as husband and father. I need his protection, and I welcome everything he does for us.
Ephesians 5:23 New Catholic Bible
4 He must manage his own household well and ensure that his children are submissive and respectful in every way. 5 For if someone does not know how to manage his own family, how can he take care of the Church of God?
Falling Into The Trap
Satan is the father of lies — John 8:44 — and he deceives even the most elect — Matthew 24:24. We need to become the example God called us to be. Falling into the trap of deception will only lead to emptiness. We, as women, must step up and become completely whole. With Christ, there is no partiality between men and women. Once we come on board, the gifts set aside for us will be poured out — so abundantly that we will have more than enough to share with others.
The Gifts
I prayed for years about having a platform to share the Gospel — and the Lord gave me this blog. It came through a long, vivid dream in which He instructed me about the name: My Catholic Roots Are Showing. When I woke up, I said, “No, Lord! That title will offend Protestants. It’s too long!” The following night, I had the very same dream. That was all the confirmation I needed. This blog has now been in existence for almost ten years.
My Prayer
Lord, may we all drink from the living waters You provide for us. Blessed Mary, thank you for being the greatest role model for all women. Bestow on all women the gentle spirit of Your Blessed Mother. Amen.
The Testimony
When God Surprises You: Reflections from a Parish Catechist
Called to Serve
No amount of preparation can fully ready a catechist for what God has in store at a retreat. That truth has been learned firsthand over five years of volunteering at the parish — and every single year confirms it. Each year brings its own unexpected graces, challenges, and moments that no lesson plan could have anticipated
A Welcome Surprise: An Unexpected Aide
Last year brought a particularly joyful development: the gift of an assistant. When it was discovered that Yosellin would serve as aide for the class, the news was met with genuine delight. She was not a stranger — she had been one of the students in a previous Confirmation preparation class, which made her presence all the more meaningful.
The 2024 Class: Diversity as Providence
Yosellin’s quiet, introverted nature had made her stand out from the very beginning, back when she was a student herself. Placed in a room full of unfamiliar faces, she nevertheless found her way — gradually, gracefully — into a circle of friends. That class left a lasting impression, and not only because of Yosellin.
It was, quite simply, the most diverse group ever encountered in this ministry. Half of the students came from private Catholic schools, many of them already friends from their years together at St. Norbert School. They arrived comfortable, confident, and at ease with one another. The other half came from five different local public high schools — a mixture of backgrounds, experiences, and comfort levels that made the dynamic both rich and challenging.
The Catholic school students settled in quickly. For the others, it took a little more time to warm up — to let their guards down, to trust the space, and to begin to feel that they, too, belonged.
An Unexpected Courage: Preparing to Speak
When Yosellin approached with a request to share her testimony at the retreat, the news came as a genuine surprise. Her quiet, introverted nature had always been one of her most defining qualities — the last thing anyone would have expected was a desire to stand before the group and speak. Yet when she explained what she wanted to share, it became immediately clear that this story needed to be heard. It mattered.
At the following meeting, however, doubt crept in. Yosellin found herself uncertain about standing up in front of everyone. The courage that had surfaced one week seemed to waver the next.
Moved by the Holy Spirit
Then the retreat arrived — and with it, something remarkable.
The Holy Spirit had other plans. Yosellin followed the main speaker, and what unfolded was nothing short of astonishing. She spoke with an eloquence and poise that no one could have anticipated — natural, clear, and deeply moving. Her words touched the girls in the room in a way that only truth spoken from lived experience can. She was not performing. She was witnessing.
What Yosellin shared was this: she had suffered from depression — a depression that had led her to thoughts of suicide.
Depression: A Cross Carried in Silence
Yosellin’s struggle had begun early. Her relationship with both of her parents had been strained, leaving her with a persistent and painful sense of being unseen. Her father worked long hours, and by the time he returned home, exhaustion had consumed whatever emotional energy remained. Her mother’s relationship with her had been marked by instability from the start.
By the eighth grade, Yosellin had reached a breaking point. Alone in a way that felt total, and without confidence that her parents could help, she began experiencing suicidal thoughts.
Mental health struggles like these often remain associated with embarrassment or shame — a stigma that contradicts the compassion of Jesus and is contrary to the foundation of Catholic Social Teaching. No diagnosis, no darkness, no suffering — none of it can alter or diminish the God-given dignity of a person. Every suffering soul remains a beloved child of God, a God of healing and hope.
Depression is far more than prolonged sadness. It is a complex illness that can profoundly impair a person’s mental and physical functioning — affecting not just moods, but also the ability to think clearly, to concentrate, and to focus. Those afflicted often suffer in silence, unrecognized by those around them.
Yosellin had been one of those silent sufferers. And now, through grace, she was silent no longer.
The Plan: A Moment of Crisis
In her darkest hour, Yosellin had convinced herself that no one cared whether she lived or died. She had made a decision — she would end her life. Alone in her bathroom, overcome with grief, she was ready to harm herself.
Then something happened.
Though Yosellin would not fully understand it until later, God intervened. Quietly, mercifully, without announcement — the thought of suicide was lifted from her mind.
Psalm 18:14 (New Catholic Bible) “The Lord thundered from the heavens, and the Most High let his voice be heard.”
The crisis passed. But the pain had not.
Still in the Dark: Depression Remained
God had preserved her life — but Yosellin was still depressed. The rescue was real, yet the healing was not yet complete. The Lord heard her cry even before she knew how to cry out to Him, even before she had the faith to call on His name.
Psalm 34:18 (New Catholic Bible) “The righteous call out, and the Lord hears them; he rescues them from all their troubles.”
This is the nature of God’s mercy — He does not wait for perfect faith. He moves first.
Drug Abuse: A Counterfeit Comfort
Still carrying a wound, Yosellin reached for something that could numb the pain. She began smoking marijuana with a classmate. When sadness came, the drug offered what felt like instant relief — a chemical rush that pushed the heaviness away, at least temporarily.
What began as an occasional escape became a two-year cycle. The deeper the sorrow grew, the more she used. The more she used, the more dependent she became. Marijuana was not healing the wound — it was masking it, while the wound quietly grew deeper beneath the surface.
A Counselor’s Concern — and a Door Left Unopened
The consequences of two years of marijuana use were becoming visible. Yosellin’s grades had slipped, and the decline was enough to draw attention. She sought help from her school counselor — a step that, however small it may have seemed, required a measure of courage.
The counselor listened carefully and expressed genuine concern. What Yosellin was describing, she was told, aligned with clinical depression. A plan was proposed: the counselor would reach out to Yosellin’s mother to arrange for professional therapy.
It never happened.
Whether the call was never made or simply never followed through, the outcome was the same — silence. Yosellin never asked her mother about it, and her mother never raised it. The disappointment quietly joined the long list of emotions Yosellin had learned to bury. Another door had opened a crack, and then closed.
A Sister’s Voice: The First Light
Yet God, who closes no door without opening another, had placed someone in Yosellin’s life who would not look away.
Her older, married sister had always represented a safe harbor. The bond between them was warm, deep, and steady — the kind of love that notices when something is wrong even before a word is spoken. And her sister had noticed. She could see that Yosellin was in a dark place, and she refused to pretend otherwise.
She spoke plainly and with love: “Don’t let the depression define you, and do not allow it to be who you are.”
Those words landed differently than any others had. Yosellin held onto them. In the days that followed, she began to ease up on smoking marijuana — not because the pain had disappeared, but because someone had finally seen her, named what she was carrying, and reminded her that she was more than it.
Sometimes, the first step toward healing is simply being known.
The Enemy Strikes Back
The devil knows our struggles — especially for a young lady who is trying to clean up her life. The spirit of depression reared its ugly head once again, but this time it wanted to do real damage.
Yosellin started mixing marijuana with other synthetic substances. At one point it almost took her life. Her heart rate was so accelerated that she thought she was going to have a heart attack. This scared her straight.
A Crisis Larger Than One Story
Yosellin’s story is not an isolated one. According to the CDC’s 2023 Youth Risk Behavior Survey, nearly 40% of high school students reported persistent feelings of sadness and hopelessness, more than 28% reported poor mental health, and over 20% had seriously considered attempting suicide. The emotional suffering of young people — especially young women — is not a private struggle. It is happening all around us, largely in silence.
Her Confirmation
Shortly after the 2024 retreat, Yosellin’s drug use slowly came to an end. She discovered that she wanted a stronger prayer life and was curious about drawing closer to God.
A New Beginning
Yosellin carries with her the words of her former Confirmation Director, Abraham:
“Confirmation is not a graduation; it’s the beginning of your relationship with God.”
Those words stayed with her — and her life is proof of what that beginning can look like.
Psalm 51:17 (New Catholic Bible) “O Lord, open my lips, and my mouth will proclaim your praise.”
Yosellin had once been a girl who suffered in silence. Now she was standing before a room full of young women, proclaiming what God had done in her life. The same mouth that had been closed by depression and shame had been opened by grace.
Psalm 147:3 (New Catholic Bible) “He heals the brokenhearted and bandages their wounds.”
God had not just preserved Yosellin’s life — He was healing it. Slowly, faithfully, wound by wound.
Vision
Our parish has an organization called “Vision,” made up of students who have recently been confirmed. These are young people who are making a real difference in the program. The members of Vision help guide and mentor the younger students as they prepare for the Sacrament of Confirmation. Out of the 2024 class, ten students are now serving as catechists — and Yosellin is one of them.
Confirmation
When the Bishop anoints the catechumens with Chrism Oil, something real happens. It is not a ceremony — it is a transformation.
After her Confirmation, Yosellin stopped using drugs.
No program. No treatment plan. No gradual fade. The sacrament did what sacraments do — it changed her.
Adoration
This year’s retreat was about transformation — and what unfolded this weekend was nothing short of a miracle. God moved mightily in the souls of these young people, and many were genuinely, visibly transformed.
Though my group was scattered throughout the hall, the effort to find them — to pray with them, to encourage them toward the confessional — was worth every moment. With four priests hearing confessions, more than half of the students brought their sins before God and walked away renewed.
My Prayer
Dear Lord, thank You for Your holy presence at this retreat. Pour out Your continued grace upon every young man and woman who participated. Thank You for using each of us who volunteered as instruments to guide them into Your loving arms. May the seeds planted this weekend take deep root and bear fruit that lasts. Amen.