Thirty Seconds of Praise

Posted on June 3, 2025 by Franki Jo

I’m closest to God in the big moments I’ve prayed for, where I can celebrate with Him. And I’m just as close to Him in the losses ): and heartbreaks, when I have nothing to lean on but Him.

Sometimes nothing big happens. And it’s just a cloudy day outside.

Maybe I talk to a few students or loved ones who need to vent to me for a while, and it brings me down a little extra. Maybe I’m not really sad or anxious throughout the day, but I’m just off.

It’s hard to explain, but once in a while, I’ll wake up with absolutely no energy. No desire to do the little things around the house. No motivation to call my friends. Nothing really wrong, but in these times, I don’t even have the words to pray, and I don’t feel like trying.

But the other day, when I felt like this, I made myself do one small thing. I got in my car and drove across town to the gym. I just drove in silence. While I was stopped, and blankly staring at a red light, I felt a tiny nudge, like God was calling me. It was like He was asking, Will you still worship Me now? On a day like this?

Wow! I started thinking to myself that God is not only the God of consolation and big moments. He is also Lord over the cloudy, nothing-special days. 

So right there, in the middle of that blahhhh mood I was in, I didn’t complain or ask Him for anything. I just started praising Him for a minute.

God, You are perfection.

You are the King of my life.

You are a good and loving Father, even on days like this.

I praise You. I adore You.

It was almost immediate that I felt lighter. Like the weight of my day got cut in half. The circumstances didn’t change, but I did. And I felt awake again. 

Sometimes just 30 seconds of praise is all it takes. God doesn’t need it, but we do.

It completely reoriented my heart that day, and it reminded me that God’s goodness is not dependent on how we feel or how bright the day is. Worship is also for the little, unremarkable days too. You don’t have to feel it first. You just have to start.

So if you’re having one of those cloudy days this week, maybe try it. Just thirty seconds of praise. Even if you don’t really feel like it. 

God is still worthy. ︎ ♡︎ ˙ᵕ˙

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Divine Mercy Sunday

Posted on April 27, 2025 by Franki Jo

I highly, highly recommend this one to all my fellow seekers — The Diary of Saint Maria Faustina Kowalska. It was recommended to me recently by my good friend Daniel from, The Thirsting band !!

“The greater the sinner, the greater the right he has to My mercy.” – Jesus to St. Faustina

If you’ve been feeling a little distant or just want something that will pull you closer to God, this is the book to read. I am super crazy about it. I’ve been highlighting almost every page. Whether you’re familiar with the Divine Mercy devotion or just beginning to explore it, this is very life-changing. So real and full of mercy.

Jesus, I trust in You. ︎ ♡︎

Divine Mercy Sunday
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How We Tell Our Story Matters

Posted on March 22, 2025 by Franki Jo

Mother Teresa once wrote, “There is such a terrible darkness within me, as if everything was dead. It has been like this more or less from the time I started the work.”

It’s hard to imagine that a woman who became the hands and feet of Christ, found herself walking through a spiritual desert for 50 years. She lived with an aching sense of abandonment and sometimes even doubted God’s existence. But despite feeling so unseen by God, she never let her darkness spill onto others. And she never stopped looking for Him. Mother Teresa refused to make her private cross someone else’s burden. She just continued smiling, serving, and radiating light in the same darkness that tried to overcome her. I was usually the opposite. I remember growing up, whenever I had the flu or a cold, the whole household usually knew about it.

My mom used to say, “A parent is only as happy as their saddest child.” And looking back, I can see how true that was. Every little complaint I made growing up added weight to my parents’ shoulders. I wasn’t trying to make their lives harder. But I also wasn’t considering that they were already carrying their own crosses. And every time I offloaded my stress, even just a tiny bit, I was unknowingly adding to theirs.

Mother Teresa had learned that suffering can transform you, but you get to decide whether it turns you into a martyr or just someone who really likes to vent (me). So, I started experimenting with talking to Jesus for a few minutes before picking up my phone to call someone and let out my feelings. And when I really took the time to do it, it was always enough to calm my heart. I started to realize that real healing came from handing it over to Christ, and He carries it way better than anyone else.

I worked on imagining Jesus sitting in front of me. There were so many moments where I could really feel Him leaning into me, inches from my face. We were looking at eachother. And I suddenly lost the urge to vent or receive any kind of explanation for my struggles. When I was finding His eyes first, everything in my world started to lose its urgency.

Imagine if Jesus told His suffering the way we are often tempted to tell ours. “You will not believe what they did to me. First of all, Judas… backstabber. And Peter? Completely denied even knowing me. And don’t even get me started on the Pharisees. … All mockery, spit, and a crown of thorns. Unreal.” Of course, He didn’t say it that way. If Jesus were to recount His Passion, I imagine He would say something like, “Yes, they hurt me and mocked me. But that wasn’t the point. The point was love. And the point was forgiveness. I chose to endure it all, because I knew that beyond the suffering there was resurrection.” If that was how He told His story, why would we tell ours any differently? No one escapes suffering. Every single person you meet, at some point, will have their heart and future plans wrecked. But our suffering stories are meant to be about the Healer.

Imagine someone walking away after talking to you and thinking, If she can still smile and cling to Jesus through that storm, maybe I can too. But in order to be convincing of that, you need to stay convinced yourself. You need to seek Him as a habit every day. Find His eyes and sit in His presence. Fill yourself so deeply with His truth that when someone else is drowning, you have more to offer than just recycled self-help advice. You will have the Lord’s love, His words, and His eyes. If your perseverance in your darkest times helps even one person cling to Christ in theirs, then every moment was worth it.

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The Holiness of Speaking About Weakness

Posted on February 11, 2025 by Franki Jo

It’s been a minute since I last sat down to do some blogging ˙ᵕ˙ But I have been reflecting and meditating on the nature of guilt lately, and I want to share it with you! I’m a perfectionist, and I cringe when I think about my past mistakes. Ughhh why did I say that? Why did I act that way?

But God loves freeing us from guilt. He doesn’t remind us of our faults daily. We do that to ourselves. But He lets them go.

For so long, I thought holiness meant being admired and known for perfect prayerfullness and strength. But a truly holy person does not showcase their goodness or accomplishments. The holiest people are the ones who say, “Lord, have mercy on me, a sinner.” I was always afraid of my sins and how they might make me look. I thought if people knew all the ways I had failed in my life, they would love me less. But lately I have felt an aching sense to talk about my sins, and let them teach me. I examine my soul daily to become something better. Because sin that’s hidden rots the soul, but sin that is confessed transforms it.

I put all my confidence in God’s mercy. I should no longer want to impress my circle of loved ones. I want to tell them more about my weaknesses and ways I have fallen, and the ways God has lifted me back up. Healing others means being real. And the greatest part about that is people are drawn to that honesty. They can relax because they realize that they, too, are allowed to be human.

That is holiness︎ ♡︎

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Numbing

Posted on January 9, 2025 by Franki Jo

My 7-year-old friend called me at the foundation today and asked me to help her “numb” herself from a breakup out of a one year relationship she’d just had. I thought, sure, I’ll help you. Wait, a breakup? You’re seven? Who’s out here letting their 7-year-old have relationship drama? I’m genuinely curious. lollll But between some giggles with her, I said, “No more boyfriends until you’re out of college.” She gave me this dramatic huff, but it made me start thinking. If she were out of college, here’s what I’d actually tell her:

Suffering is not something to numb. Like when soldiers enter bootcamp, they don’t get cozy blankets or a cup of tea. They get tough love. The real heroes get through it because they know it’s preparation. The same goes for us. Maybe you’re walking through your own version of bootcamp right now. Whether it’s a health issue, or a breakup, or a faith crisis, the struggle is real, and yes it’s painful. You could numb the pain with Netflix, social media scrolling, or maybe a donut… But really, suffering doesn’t last forever. And if you keep distracting yourself, you’ll lose the opportunity to become the person God has destined you to be on the other side of it. Don’t waste your suffering.

I’m not saying pretend everything’s fine or suppress your emotions. But I’m saying face the pain and let it sting. Let it shape you. Kids come to me with pain all the time, especially during the winter season. When the pain hits, don’t give up. Don’t escape. Instead, take a deep breath and say, “Okay, this is hard. But I’m going to make it count. I’m going to grow through this.”

“All the science of the Saints is included in these two things: To do, and to suffer. And whoever has done these two things best, has made himself most saintly.”
St. Francis de Sales

If you’re facing something uncomfortable in your life right now, don’t immediately beg God to take it away. Don’t numb it or run from it. Don’t let this chance to grow in faith slip through your fingers. You are not alone. There’s an army of saints backing you up and fighting for you. They’ve been through their own bootcamps and know exactly how to help you through yours.

Stay focused on Heaven. We’re meant for something much greater than what’s happening right now. And we all have a day of judgment coming, and no one is excused from it. It’s better to face our suffering now, here on Earth, than to let it go unresolved and face a deeper purification later. This world is our chance to prepare for Heaven. This life is like a mini-purgatory—our chance to get rid of our selfishness, pride, and everything that weighs us down. It’s not easy, but it’s so worth it. Constant patience—the kind of patience that doesn’t run out after one tough day or one broken heart—is more valuable than any wordly thing. Gratefully accept the suffering and run towards it. Embrace the suck. Ugly cry if you need to, but then follow it up with a grin and a prayer: “Lord, help me walk through this well. Help me come out of this stronger and unrecognizable.” And when you’re done, you’ll be 10 times the person you were when you started. Boom. As for my little 7-year-old friend, I’ll probably wait to tell her this until she graduates…

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Mary Teaches Us the Art of Letting Go

Posted on December 29, 2024 by Franki Jo

I used to think being sentimental was a superpower. Like, how amazing is it that I can’t seem to part with my old middle school projects or memories of friends I’ve half-forgotten? It felt important. As if every photo and old letter and yearbook signature was part of an unbreakable chain linking me to who I was. And if we really want to talk about sentimentalism, (I am deciding whether or not I should add this next part) somewhere, deep in the recesses of my childhood keepsakes, there’s a small glass jar—sealed tight—holding the remnants of my tonsils from 5th grade. Who keeps that kind of thing? Apparently, I do….

Yikes. The point is, I have been holding onto life so tightly. Like it’s this fragile, sentimental thing that is keeping me safe from the inevitable onward march of time. But it turns out that holding onto everything from my past isn’t as much about preserving my soul as I’ve thought. It is more about not letting myself grow up.

Today is the Feast of the Holy Family. And the story from Luke 2:41-50 is one of my favorite stories in the Bible, where little 12-year-old Jesus goes missing for three days. Mary and Joseph lose track of their kid and think he’s been kidnapped. They search high and low for him. It’s kind of a frantic story and a terribly relatable moment for any parent who’s ever had a “Where’s my child?!” freakout. But when they finally find him, Jesus is just chillin’ in the temple, talking theology with the scribes. And he says, “Did you not know that I must be in my Father’s house?”

Imagine you’re Mary. You just spent three anxious days, convinced your kid is lost or worse, and there he is, as cool as a cucumber, casually explaining that, yes, he had to be in God’s house because God’s mission is what’s been in his heart the whole time. And in that moment—though I can’t imagine the shock Mary must have felt—she realizes something: Jesus is not her little boy anymore. Well, he is, but he’s also something more.

I love this story so much, because I think that all my sentimentalism—the hoarding of pictures and memories and loved ones and the “I can’t let go!” attitude—is really just another version of Mary’s initial struggle. Jesus is called to something bigger than his earthly family. And Mary had to let him go, trusting that God’s will for him, for them, for all of us, was greater than any attachment she could have to the way things were.

For me, that stings. Letting go. It’s one of the hardest things we do as humans. We like our comforts and our memories and security. And yet—on this feast day, when I think about the Holy Family’s journey—it hits me that maybe we’re all called to let go in some way. Even with things we love. Even with the stuff that makes us feel safe. Even with the old photos and the notes that keep our past selves alive in our minds.

But what if by letting go, we make room for God’s greater plan? What if it’s not about hoarding the past but about entrusting it to God, knowing that, just like Jesus, our journey might take us somewhere we didn’t expect—but exactly where we need to be?

We all “mother” things in our lives. Maybe the memories we hold onto, or our habits and old routines, or people we love, or our favorite books, or dreams, or ideas, or that one super comfortable blanket. We grip tight to these things as if we could lose ourselves without them. But just like Mary had to loosen her grip on Jesus, maybe we have to loosen our grip on some of the things that keep us tied to a version of ourselves that God is calling us to outgrow.

This doesn’t mean forgetting. It doesn’t mean erasing the past or pretending it doesn’t matter. It means offering it up. I love the vision of offering everything to God—even my home and my favorite memories, my favorite jeans, my hair. …In fact, especially my hair. Because if I can trust God with everything, from sentimental things and even the things I’ve let define me, then I’m not just holding onto the past—I’m entrusting the past to Him. I’m saying, “I’m ready for what’s next, God. I’m ready for You to take this, literally all of it, and make it something new.” That’s the attitude I’m carrying into the new year. To not hold onto the past so tightly that I can’t let God do His work in me. To start offering my memories like a gift for Him. And to let go when He asks. Even if it’s really hard.

I’m so grateful for Mother Mary’s lessons in letting go. And for 12-year-old Jesus showing us that it doesn’t mean losing; it means walking forward into God’s plan. Because what we hold onto has never really been ours anyway. ☺

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Let Yourself be Held by Him

Posted on December 20, 2024 by Franki Jo

A crazy thing happened to me today! I sat in Mass and couldn’t get rid of a subtle ache in my heart. For some reason in prayer I was feeling the weight of life’s challenges, a little heavier than usual. So I prayed for our Blessed Mother’s intercession, that whenever I am at my lowest I would be comforted with extra love from my friends and family. So right after receiving Communion, I paused and prayed a Hail Mary and then got up from the pew. And, as if on cue, the Lord answered in the most beautiful and unexpected way. A stranger, someone I only see at church but never talk to, suddenly recognized me and put his arms out to give me a big hug and said, “Hey! Merry Christmas!!!” I was still absorbing the fact that someone wanted to hug me, and then—boom—another woman, whom I’ve never spoken to before, comes up, looks me in the eye, and says, “I just love you, Franki!” And she wraps me in a hug. I started to cry. Because I knew. How faithful is our God to provide us with exactly what we need—right when we need it!

He wants to reveal His comfort to you

Some of you may be reading this right now in a place alone where there is no physical presence of someone to embrace you. And you know, if we’re feeling the weight of the world and also physically alone, it’s easy sometimes to feel as though God’s love is distant or that it’s is too silent. Having no tangible, human touch can make His presence feel more elusive. But here’s the thing: silence is not emptiness. It is sacred.

We often associate silence with loss, or isolation, or rejection. But really, silence is the stillness that allows us to encounter God in a way words never could. Silence is beautiful. It’s is that pause after that powerful piece of music, where the audience is so inspired that they can only sit in awe. And it’s that stillness of a baby sleeping in her mom’s arms. Silence is the space where Father speaks.

If for some reason, you’re in a moment where there is no one around to physically hug you, and you need it, let Jesus embrace you in the silence right now. Trust that His arms are wrapped tightly, gently around your precious heart. It’s a certain comfort that no human touch can replicate.

Let yourself be held by Him this Christmas, even in the quiet moments when your heart feels heavy.

Remember, in the silence of Advent, God is very close– closer than you could dare believe. Let yourself be embraced. Let yourself be hugged. Let yourself be adored. You are never alone. Ask Him to reveal His comfort to you. And trust that He will find a way to pour His love into your longing heart. In ways you never expected.

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What Happens When You Make Space for God in Your Busy Life

Posted on December 16, 2024 by Franki Jo

Since 6th grade, I’ve been obsessed with productivity planners. Not the casual kind of obsessed though—oh no, I was all in. I was convinced that if I just filled in every minute of every day like a fun game—bing bing bing—I would be the most productive, holiest, perfectly balanced human on the planet. Each year, around Christmas, I’d get really giddy for my new planner. January 1st was always a fresh start and I’d map out my life with military precision: 5:30 AM Pray Rosary. 6:00 AM Brush teeth, get dressed, warm up voice, practice piano, stretch hands. 6:50 AM – Gym, breakfast, meal prep, journal, songwrite, pray, solve world hunger before lunch.

He waits, hoping we’ll hear and welcome Him in.

I truly believed that if I stuck to this schedule, I would have life figured out. I would be more organized, in control, and above all- closer to God. But inevitably, reality would set in. Life never unfolded as neatly as my planner. And that’s when the cracks started to show. At first, it’s always a little thing— “Oh, I’m too tired to pray right now.” or “I’ll skip reading the Bible today.” But soon, the little excuses snowball into more. “Why am I losing my spark? Why do I feel so distant from God? Am I sinning more?! Maybe I’ve idolized my career… Or my gym time… Or, dare I say, the guy I’m dating or have a crush on.”

But I’ve been missing the point entirely. It’s not about being busy—it’s that I was focusing on doing rather than being. I had become so fixated on checking off boxes and filling every minute that I had lost sight of why I was doing it all.

Whenever I got busy, I had a bad habit of pushing God out of my schedule. But the truth is, that’s when I needed Him most. I needed to invite Him in even more. So, it took me awhile, but now it’s hit me that I’ve had it all backwards. I need to build my day around the Lord.

In those hectic seasons, my prayer time shouldn’t just stay the same—it should double. Because, as everyone knows, more prayer equals more strength. And yes, that prayer should always be in front of the Blessed Sacrament whenever possible. My pastor has always said to me, “Go to the church anytime in the day, sit in the pew, pray in front of Jesus in the Eucharist. Every day.” And guess what? I actually need to do that. And when I need it the most, I actually want it.

But let’s be real: some days, some days when I’m feeling desolation, I might not have as strong of motivation to pray at all. If I’m struggling to find the desire to pray the Our Father, for example, that’s perhaps a sign I need to slow down and reflect a bit deeper. Instead of rushing through it, I should spend more time meditating on the words, doing a little more research on the power of that prayer, and remembering what it actually means.

This week, I’m juggling Christmas shows, cantoring for Masses at church, and other things. But in this busy season, I’m making a commitment to double my usual prayer time. I’ve carved out two hours of silence just for today—one hour in the morning at church and one in the evening at home. And during that time- just me and Jesus. No agenda. Just soaking up the peace and grace I’ve been too distracted to notice.

Prayer time is no longer a bonus in my planner—it’s the secret ingredient that makes everything else come together. The more I make space for God, the more my life flows with a sense of peace and balance I never knew I needed. The irony is, when I make room for Jesus, my life feels even more productive. But it’s a different kind of productivity—it’s all rooted in peace, not pressure.

If your life starts to feel like it’s spinning out of control, don’t tell yourself, “I can’t pray today.” Say, “Okay, Lord, I’m going to double that prayer time. I’m going to make space for You.” And when you do, He will make space for you also. Trust me—it is the best kind of productivity boost you could ever receive.

Merry Christmas!!! ❤️

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Happy Feast Day

Posted on December 9, 2024 by Franki Jo

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Today is the Feast of the Immaculate Conception of Mother Mary!

I’ve got to say, her BEAST MODE level of faith is really hitting me today! Her “yes” to God’s plan is echoing so loudly in my mind—and my heart—especially in this particular season I’m in. A season of singleness- for the first time, I’m genuinely embracing it, trials and all.

I used to hate seasons of singleness. The breakups, the lonely nights, the awkward moments when people assume you’re dating someone (when you’re not), the wondering if your “someday” will ever arrive. A little tiring! It felt like I was doing something wrong. Like everyone else had their life together and I was just… well, waiting.

Then this Advent so far brought some extra challenges, but something beautiful happened in the middle of it. In my trials and losing my voice to laryngitis, it was there—in the quiet, in the rawness—that I started to really surrender. For the first time, I realized that my heart could be entirely devoted to the Lord in my singleness, and I no longer need to rush past it.

This change didn’t come from forcing myself to be “okay” with being single. It came from opening my heart deeper to Scripture, letting God’s love soak in, and change the way I see everything.

Singleness is no longer a punishment; it’s a special gift. It’s no longer a waiting room for something better to happen, but a season for growth and thriving. I’m discovering a closeness with the Lord that I didn’t know was possible. Singleness isn’t about loneliness anymore. And rather than a time of feeling less-than, it’s a season of independence and of standing confident in who I am in Christ.

If you’re single right now, brother or sister, listen up! You don’t have to “get through” this season. Trust me, there’s no rush. Contrary to what the world says, the state of your heart is more important than your relationship status. You can live and thrive in this season, fully open to the Lord’s love, His perfect timing, and His perfect plan. You can own it—just like our BEAST MODE Blessed Mother did on this very day when she said “yes” to God’s plan for her life; and just like I’m learning to.

So let’s celebrate Mary’s radical “yes” to God’s plan for her life. And let’s say “yes” to whatever God is doing in our own lives. Whether you’re single, in a relationship, or somewhere in between, His plan for you is always something to celebrate—and always worth the wait. (:

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Jesus Quieted My Voice

Posted on December 3, 2024 by Franki Jo

In our waiting, God is working.

Hi friends,

I’ve been feeling so deeply in the desert. But maybe there’s no more perfect place to be this Advent, right?! In this extreme silence, I’ve been forced into a deeper stillness than I ever expected. I’ve been going through a lot of personal things, and then—just as life was already heavy—I came down with laryngitis.

Now, I’m about 95 hours into no talking. No conversations, no prayers out loud, and no singing. It’s honestly been very hard. Normally, when I’m going through personal trials, I pour my heart out to God. I cry. I pray the Rosary aloud- it’s how I work through things. But now, in this moment, God has quieted my voice, literally. My doctor says I’m not allowed to cry or talk or even whisper. So here I am, learning to trust in a way I never have before. And it’s humbling, and raw, and new.

And if I’m honest with you, I don’t know if my voice will come back fully. I have the busiest month of gigs coming up—five this week alone, and a National Anthem to sing this weekend for a college basketball game. I feel like I’m being stretched to my limits, not knowing if I’ll even be able to do my job. I went to urgent care yesterday and I’m on heavy medications. It’s hard to admit, but I feel like God has taken things—things I thought I needed—and made me face the reality that I don’t control it all.

But here’s the beautiful thing I’ve discovered- in the middle of all this, I’ve realized something I would never have seen if my life was just “business as usual.” If it weren’t for this sickness, I would’ve just buried myself in my schedule, trying to avoid facing what’s been going on in my heart. I would’ve kept going, kept busy, kept talking—just to avoid the ache. But this forced silence is causing me to slow down and come back home to Jesus. It’s a gift I didn’t ask for but am beginning to see as so precious.

I’ve also realized that in the past year, I had given so much attention to things in my personal life, to the swirling emotions, that I actually became less attentive to the One who truly deserves my full attention. I became distracted, pulled away from the heart of my faith, and focused more on me than on God who was calling me to trust Him. But in His mercy, God stepped in and pulled me out of that place—out of my distractions—for a little while. And as hard as it’s been this week, that’s been so wonderful. He took away what I thought was necessary—my personal plans and my voice—and gave me the space to return to Him.

I’m starting to feel this incredible joy, this deep peace I didn’t think I’d find in the middle of the desert. And the wild thing is, I’m writing songs better when I can’t even sing!! I’m hearing God’s voice more clearly than I have. I never realized how much I talk in my spiritual life—even when I’m alone with Him. I talk, and talk, and talk, and talk… and maybe I don’t listen enough. This silence is teaching me to listen. To be still. To hear Him, even when there’s no sound.

Tonight, after Daily Mass and Adoration, I felt God invite me to enjoy this silence with Him. It wasn’t just about enduring it—it was about being present in it, about letting the quiet draw me closer to Him. I could hear the wind blowing around me, feel the desert darkness surrounding me, and in that moment, I could just sense Jesus—right there, with me. Everything I thought I knew and loved was gone for a moment, except for Him. Just Him. King Jesus. And He smiled like He knows something- that the light is close. So close.

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