As we ponder and praise His Word and His Ways in our hearts, we are being fermented inside. He waits patiently, with great excitement and anticipation, as our vintage is prepared for His table. On our final day, at the end of our final hour He will pop the cork from our bottle of champagne and savor the great LOVE we have for Him as He raises His glass.
It always has, does, and will come down to LOVE. When we truly love Him, we naturally love each other. My sweet Jesus, help me to love You more… I want to love You with every thought, word, action and breath of my body.
Blessed is the one
who does not walk in step with the wicked
or stand in the way that sinners take
or sit in the company of mockers,
but whose delight is in the law of the Lord,
and who meditates on his law day and night.
That person is like a tree planted by streams of water,
which yields its fruit in season
and whose leaf does not wither—
whatever they do prospers.
Not so the wicked!
They are like chaff
that the wind blows away.
Therefore the wicked will not stand in the judgment,
nor sinners in the assembly of the righteous.
For the Lord watches over the way of the righteous,
but the way of the wicked leads to destruction.
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!
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.
If you utter what is precious, and not what is worthless, you shall serve as my mouth.
– Jeremiah 15:19
My Lord as the school year begins and we reunite with friends, catching up, sharing, talking, talking talking – please let only Your precious words escape my lips and let my lips fall silent for all else.
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!