The fullness of Joy is to see God in everything!
Our passion is to spread God’s light and shine his love.
Hand-made with joy and many hail marys in fresh, small batches, our candles combine pure beeswax and creamy coconut apricot wax, crackling wood wicks, and clean, phosphate-free fragrances.
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Where it all started… I’ve always loved candles, the flame, the light, the smells and the reminder of God’s loving presence. Combined with prayer prompts to meet the direction of St. Paul, "pray without ceasing" pointing hearts and attention to Jesus. That’s why we started this small little company and I pray it will help you on your journey too!
If you want to change your life Pray the Rosary...”The power of the #rosary is immense. You cannot recite it repeatedly and not be changed in some way for the better. Mary will not leave you alone, she will bring you to her Son.”
ro•sary / rõz(a)ré / noun
Ladder to Heaven
Direct line to peace
Door to Miracles
Bible on a string
Many Hail Marys
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THE PRESENTATION IN THE TEMPLE
"She never left the temple but worshipped night and day with fasting and prayer." - Luke 2:37
Anna was not merely noticed; she was studied.
Everyone watched her. The Doctors of the Law were secretly grateful for her; she gave them self-confidence. For those who were - just as secretly tired of the Doctors' tangled piety, Anna's fervor was a refreshing commentary on the marrow of the Law. She quietly put the proud Pharisees to shame; Anna had won a public without advertising. The pagans, restricted to the outer court, knew only of the Temple's "business," the loud interminable buying and selling; somehow, this woman's presence dignified even the outer court.
Anna was, without a word, everybody's sermon.
Good example shines on the just and the unjust.
It is one way for me to love everyone.
-Fr. Patrick Peyton
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HAIL MARY
A deacon at our parish once shared about his mother’s passing and her deep devotion to the rosary. She prayed it daily, attended Mass faithfully, and sought always to draw her family closer to God. In her final days, she fell into a coma. One afternoon, the nurses noticed her whispering softly and called the deacon to come. Leaning close to her hospice bed, he realized she was quietly repeating the Hail Mary, over and over.
Even without consciousness, her heart was still praying. That witness struck me deeply, because the Hail Mary has been my own steady prayer through every season of life. What a grace to end life as she lived it—in prayer. May we all enter our eternal home whispering, Hail Mary, full of grace.