Today's post is gathered under the carousel of Sunday Snippets: A Catholic Carnival.
Thank you for including me!
Our Lady Undoer of Knots...
Hear my plea.
I can't untie these knots, I have so little control.
I worry. That never works.
In silence, I find refuge.
In silence, I find peace, after a many thumbed beads and Our Father's.
Even though you seem distant...
Maybe you are silent, because you listen?
Maybe God is silent through my complaints, by turmoil, my prayers...
Because, He is listening.
I've had the images blessed.
The Immaculate Heart of Mary with her feminine beat encircled by a crown of roses.
The Sacred Heart of Jesus enthroned in thorns, for he was pierced for our transgressions, bruised for our iniquities.
The images are too large.
Larger than life.
The 8x10's aren't enough to frame such holiness.
As if an 11x14 is sufficient to house, Our Lord and His Sorrowful Mother?
Her love so big, we would cry for joy if we realized how immense.
Her womb, safe, soft, and protective of the greatest love of all...
The images are prayed over, blessed by a priest.
Under glass and wood, I will protect them.
Humble Wal-Mart frames.
But that is where they lived among us.
Jesus- Emmanuel- God is with us.
Mary, his mother, who fled to Egypt and in so doing, crushed the head of the serpent,
every step of the way.
May my home be humble.
Unworthy that He should enter under its roof.
Yet by His grace, he takes his place at our table, and we all are healed.