… But God will not take away a life; he will devise plans so as not to keep an outcast banished forever from His presence.
2 Samuel 14:14
I read this today and was filled with gratitude and thanksgiving that He is in charge, the master plans are His! I love that He changes them, adding and devising new plans with new paths to bring us home into His presence.
Thank You sweet Father for leading us home!
Only when His cross is written on our hearts will it pour forth into all aspects of our lives. It is then that the crosses we display on our bodies, in our homes, our yards will gain new meaning and power. It is then that the crosses we bear and carry through our lives will gain new meaning and power. They will all become His Cross and it is here, at the foot of His Holy Cross, that Our Mother, Mary, waits patiently for us.
John 19:25 – Near the cross of Jesus stood his mother, his mother’s sister, Mary the wife of Clopas, and Mary Magdalene.
My sweet Lord – please cross my heart!
He beckons to us, calls to us and asks us to come. Come and see, come and adore, come all ye faithful, come. My friends let us go together, let us run in great joy to our Lord shouting out…
Yes, sweet Lord, we are coming, we are coming through the darkness and the light, we are coming through the valleys and over the hills, we are coming through everything and we will help each other along the way.
Thank you my Lord for making us faithful and calling to us – we are coming!
All those the Father gives Me will come to Me, and whoever comes to Me I will never drive away.
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!
I have been thinking a lot about the walls we all build around ourselves and our hearts. We build walls for all kinds of reasons, for protection, to hide, to exclude others, but I think most of these reasons boil down to fear – we build walls because we are afraid.
It is interesting when you come up against someones wall, it usually appears to be quite strong, tall and unable to be breached, but I think most of these walls are not set on firm foundations. They are built quickly out of fear and as times passes openings appear at the bottom. These openings are small and initially hidden, but are easily spotted by those near the ground. They are the perfect size for a sly serpent to crawl under and continue feeding the fears, or for a humble heart to crawl under and dispel the fears with the light of truth that shines forth from humble heart.
This is not new information, but oh how important it is – we should revisit it often and remember to humble ourselves.
Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit. Rather, in humility value others above yourselves, not looking to your own interests but each of you to the interests of others.
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.
In today’s modern world their are very few times if any during our lives when we are physically laying low on the ground. I think skipping this chance to humble ourselves and physically lay prostrate on the ground deprives us of His Mercy and the many Graces that still pour forth with great fervor from the wounds of our Lord, Jesus Christ. If the spring of Mercy and Grace is truly still flowing, wouldn’t the world be slowly filling up with Mercy and Grace from the ground up.
Let us lay low in the Mercy and Grace that continues to cover the ground at the feet of our Mother Mary hidden in the dark folds of her mantle letting her words permeate our souls and knowing that she remains always at the foot of her Son’s Cross, the source of the spring of His Mercy and Grace.
I am laid low in the dust; preserve my life according to Your Word.
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.
I told you a few weeks ago about my newly found love for Mary. I have been thinking about her a lot and wanting to know her more and know her story.
Tonight as I was conquering the mountain of laundry that has piled up since school let out for summer, I decided to watch the first part of a movie that has been sitting in my queue for a while, Mary of Nazareth.
First of all, let me tell you that I love it and I will be watching the second part very soon.
While watching it I realized that maybe we can know more of her story through His stories, by looking deeper into the parables of The Gospel, and then imagining how these parables might translate into her life, her childhood, her memories and her thoughts that she shared with her sweet and blessed son, Jesus.
Imagine for a moment Mary’s wedding celebration. I had never done this before, but it was vividly depicted in this movie. Her parents prepared a feast to celebrate their daughter’s wedding, but no guests came. Their neighbors looked on with disgusted judgement refusing to attend while Mary, Joseph and her parents sat alone.
Now imagine what might have happened next.
What if Mary stood up, reached for Joseph’s hand and together they walked through the village inviting everyone they found to join them in celebration?
Does this sound familiar? Check out Matthew 22 and Luke 14:15-24.
Maybe some of her story is buried deep His parables. Maybe we just have to read The Gospels again from yet another perspective to find her story.
I think it is time to start digging deep again my friends!