Here in this place a veil is drawn, there is so much we don’t see when our eyes are open, but what about when they are closed?
Oh my Lord, I pray that when I close my eyes the darkness surrounding me is the protective darkness of the hem of our Blessed Mother’s mantle.
For here, hidden in the hem of her mantle, Mary’s feet will crush the head of any serpent that ensnares me, Mary’s words and teachings will soak into my ears, my heart, my soul, and knowing that Mary remains lovingly and faithfully near her Son always, I too will be near her sweet and precious Son, our Savior – Jesus Christ!
Close your eyes and let us crawl to the feet of our Blessed Mother and hide in the protective darkness of her mantle!
Blessed is she who has believed that the Lord would fulfill his promises to her!
Welcome the awkward moments, the disapproving stares, the under the breath judgements and tongue clicks in humble silence for both our sweet Lord Jesus and our sweet Mother Mary. They endured these and much more throughout their lives. We have only read some of the persecutions of our Lord, Jesus, and the others I don’t think we can even imagine them, they were so terrible. We have read even less about what Mary endured, but imagine for a moment what Mary humbly endured at the discovery of her pregnancy out of wedlock. We know how gently St. Joseph dealt with the news and we know of his change of heart after being visited by an angel of the Lord in his dream, but we don’t often think of how her neighbors treated her in this situation, but we can image because we see this situation often in our world today.
Welcome them, these difficult moments in life, and run to Mary, clinging to her leg, hiding in her skirt, kneeling at her feet and welcoming her loving comfort and encouragement and remember that Mary raised Jesus, comforting, guiding and encouraging Him in these moments and she will do the same for us.
Pray in these moments as Our Lady of Fatima recommends when you make a sacrifice or humbly and silently accept a persecution:
O Jesus, it is for love of You, for the conversion of sinners, and in reparation for the sins committed against the Immaculate Heart of Mary.
If you are insulted because of the name of Christ, you are blessed, for the Spirit of Glory and of God rests on you.
Hail Mary, full of grace.
The Lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou among women,
and blessed is the fruit of thy womb,
Holy Mary, Mother of God,
pray for us sinners,
now and at the hour of our death.
Mother of God, Mother – of – God, Mother —- of —- God… as you pray stop here for a moment and think about it, meditate on it, sit in the silent echo of these words and wonder…
I was awed into complete silence as I sat meditating on these words – Mother of God
I am not sure why, but from a young age I was blessed with the understanding that I should make my time spent doing things count. In school I was never one to goof around while studying. I never understood this attitude and I always figured that if I was sitting here looking at the book I might as well actually learn the material. Whenever I went to an exercise class or practiced a sport I had the same thought and I gave it my all during practice without complaint.
I don’t think I have lost this blessing. I still want to make my time spent doing things count, but now as an adult I am starting to see that I need to worry more about where I am spending my time that counts.
The more I read about Our Blessed Mother, the more I am starting to see my reading as a self indulgence and an excuse to learn more about her rather than really getting to know her.
I am starting to see that I must exchange my reading for prayer and I am feeling a sense of urgency. I am not sure why this sense of urgency has come over me, but it is here and I must jump in.
My friends, please pray for me as I begin to pray. I pray that this is not an empty resolution or a good intention that I will not keep. Instead I pray to make my time in prayer count as I have done in so many other activities throughout my life. Please join me in prayer and remember me in your prayers.
The first Easter that I truly mourned for Jesus was two years ago. I cried as I went to bed on Good Friday as I finally scratched the surface of trying to understand how His disciples must have felt that night. My sweet husband held my hand as I cried and we fell asleep.
Last year I mourned again and I cried and prayed a lot for Judas Iscariot. I remember going for a nature walk with my family and my sweet girls holding my hands as the tears flowed.
I am not sure why I have been so greatly blessed with so many tears during Holy Week the last two years, but I pray for tears of true sorrow for my sweet Jesus to flow again this year. I also pray for you to join me in this great sorrow NOT because misery loves company, but because following our tears we will together rise to great heights of joy on Easter morning as we again celebrate that He is Risen, He is Risen, He is Risen Indeed, my friends.
May all of the glory for ever and ever be given to Him! Amen.
If you were alive during Jesus’ time on earth, would you have known who He was? Would you have felt something stir in the depths of your soul when you first saw Him? Would you have stopped to listen to Him? Would you have followed Him?
I don’t know if I would have known, I don’t know if I would have truly seen Him, and I don’t know if I would have followed Him.
Wondering about this makes me so sad as I picture the possibility that I might have walked right by our Lord and Savior, our sweet Jesus, without a second glance.
I don’t want to walk by Him. I want to stop and kneel as He passes by me, I want to crawl behind Him and touch the earth that He has just graced with bottom of His beautiful foot and I want to yearn for Him to turn towards me and smile.
For now I want to prepare to truly see Him and know Him when He returns by looking for Him in everyone I see. If I can find Him hidden in everyone I see, then maybe I will be blessed with the opportunity to see Him and know Him in His full and glorious form someday.
Jesus, please help me to look for You and see You in everyone I meet.
I am so filled with gratitude and joy this morning… all I can do is cry out, thank You, thank You, thank You, thank You, thank You!
Thank you for reading, loving, dreaming, sharing, praying and so many other wonderful things full of good that you do!
Sending out prayers full of love and dreams of Our Best Life!