âWe ought to love the Blessed Virgin very muchâ. (The Cure DâArs)
I left Church holding Mother Maryâs blue Rosary beads in my hand. Fleetingly I wonder who might receive it but dismiss the notion just as quickly, any minute now I would be home. Then, around the corner comes Tom, literally!! We stop for a quick chat as always.
American born, residing now in our town, he loves my prayer and now Mother Mary is about to gift him her blue Rosary beads too. I recount to Tom Mother Maryâs promise to me in Medugorje last October: âHer gift đżand she is present in the sharingâ. Tom accepts joyfully.
âI have something to tell you too, I was hoping we might catch-upâ, Tom utters. âMy grandmother came from Knock, Co. Mayo and her mother Bridget (14 yrs old) was one of Knock visionaries way back in 1879. I canât think of anyone else who might appreciate that more than youâ.
Tomâs Great-grandmother one of Knock Shrineâs visionaries! Wow! Tomâs Great-grandmother gazed upon Jesus, Mother Mary, Saint Joseph, St. John the Evangelist and angels in those terrible famine days and now her Great-grandson lives in our townâïž
âThat is huge Tomâ, was all I could think to say absolutely amazed. âIt isâ, replied Tom -âThank you for thisâ, holding his special giftđż tightly.
As I write, delivery guy arrives at my door and of course he takes his leave holding Mother Maryâs beautiful beads, promising to place what weighs heavy in his heart right now, in beautiful Mother Maryâs hands.đż
After 3PM live-streamed Holy Rosary in Church this afternoon wonderful encounter with Italian couple. Gentleman, retired Insurance Broker. We joke that perhaps my prayer (which they accept) is Godâs insurance policy gift to them! (Half joking-fully in earnest!)
Young teenagers who gratefully accepted my prayer this morning remain all day long in my deepest heart. One young girl in particular! The way she uttered: âThank you soo muchâ.đđ»
âMother Mary stands at the court of Heaven fulfilling the office of all good mothers; promising, explaining, pleading for us, as mothers always doâ. (Sr. Mary Jean)