Memorare

REMEMBER, O most gracious Virgin Mary, that never was it known that anyone who fled to thy protection, implored thy help, or sought thy intercession was left unaided. Inspired with this confidence, I fly to thee, O Virgin of virgins, my Mother; to thee do I come; before thee I stand, sinful and sorrowful. O Mother of the Word Incarnate, despise not my petitions, but in thy mercy hear and answer me. Amen.

Saturday, October 23, 2010

Saturday

It is a glorious Saturday, much like the one two weeks ago when Phoebe died.  How can exquisite beauty and extraordinary pain coexist?  In our salvation story!  There is always the promise of hope.
Each day brings something new in any number of ways.  We get to "begin again!" in each moment, each day.  I'll begin today with the smiles of my children (thank you God!) and Mass for Phoebe.  The day will unfold from there and I'll see how I get to spend my day with Phoebe.
One thing that sears through me now is that my mothering of her has not ended ...it has only changed.  I can talk to her and love her, most especially I can pray for her.  All day, my sweet girl, all day!  And she can join me in prayer for her siblings ...  How can joy not be found there?

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