This dance is inspired by a critical moment in my life.

In 2000, as a single mother, having been a victim of domestic violence, I had this dream: I walked into my house and it was filled with cobwebs, abandoned. It was total desolation, as if someone had lived in hell. As I walked along, I looked up and saw a huge cross coming down from the roof. I could see the sky and the cross in the middle of my living room. It was leaning to the side, going from the floor to the roof. I looked at it and ran to it and hugged it. I embraced it with all my love and said to God, "Whatever you want from me, I will do. I don't promise perfection, but I will do my best."

I was inwardly lost and broken, but Jesus was still there in the heart of my broken home. By that cross, he also took me in his arms. I felt his comforting strength in me, in my trial. Today, I am stronger. I bear my cross with serenity and gratitude, dignity and patience, but also with many tears sometimes.

It allows me to move forward because it transforms the hardest sufferings into hope. What a powerful means by which our salvation takes place! We are quick to complain, weighing our cross without asking ourselves how it can be a grace rather than a weight that hinders our progress. 

During this same period, the words of a psalm came to my mind: "Lord, my rock, my fortress, God my deliverer, the rock that shelters me, my shield, my fortress, my weapon of victory" (Ps 18:2).

The bad memories will never fade, but through this experience, this particular contact with the cross, I have learned to forgive.

At some point, we all face an important decision impacting the rest of our lives.

“The most important work of art is the life we create with God at our side.”

Yes, this is the choice I made and that I have to make again on a daily basis.