Dearest Mother,
It's May, and it's your month. We honor you as the Mother of God! Thank you for listening to the angel's words and saying yes. You are our advocate before Your Son, Jesus, our God and our brother. For this, we thank you, and we praise God.
St. Therese said that we, your children, are like flowers in a garden. Each one is special and unique. Each one of us has a purpose in life. Each one of us was born with a mission that will glorify God. How do you keep track of all your children dearest Mother? It must have been easier with only one Son.
Dearest Mother, I often wonder about your life. What was it like raising the King of Kings? Did you and Joseph stand by His cradle and look at Him as He slept? Did you wonder if He would fit in with the other children in your village? Did you wonder how The Father would accomplish His gift of salvation through your Son? Did you talk about this in your family as Jesus grew?
Did Jesus help you in the kitchen when He was too young to work with Joseph? Did you teach Him to cook and to clean? When Joseph died, did you hold Jesus close and tell Him that all would be well?
When Jesus grew into manhood, did you worry about Him? You knew His mission of salvation would begin as Jesus left to find John and be baptized by Him. You knew that He would do as you asked at the wedding in Cana even when He bantered with you. We all know He couldn't resist your smile and love. All you had to do was to tell the servants, "Do whatever He tells you." Jesus couldn't say no. You pushed your little bird out of the nest and into His public life. You had your mission, too.
Dearest Mother, how your heart must have broken when you saw Jesus beaten, bruised and near death on His way to the cross. How could you stand the pain? When Jesus gave you to John as his mother, he took care of you and gifted us with His Mother. When Love died on the cross, your heart was pierced. Your heart was shattered and broken. You understood undying pain in the death of Love, but you accepted the sacrifice of the Lamb to the Father for the redemption of sin.
Mother, how great was your joy, then, on Easter morning when you saw your Risen Son? You, who gave birth to the Messiah, the great High Priest, saw your Son as God! Mother, dear, how you must have rejoiced with the Apostles and disciples at the news of His resurrection. How you must have rejoiced when His chosen ones saw Him for the first time. The Promise of the Father was fulfilled. Heaven was opened for mankind!
Now, Mother of God, your mission continues. Your job is to lead your children to your Son. You work hard at this job. You ask us to pray for peace, to pray for the conversion of sinners. You ask us to pray the rosary daily. You ask us to pray and fast.
Our world is a difficult world in which to live. You know that. You try to teach us, but like naughty children, we forget. Dearest Mother, pray for us. We are your children. Hold us close to your Immaculate Heart. Never stop trying. We will hear you. Thank you, Mother. Thank you.
We love you,
Your children
It's May, and it's your month. We honor you as the Mother of God! Thank you for listening to the angel's words and saying yes. You are our advocate before Your Son, Jesus, our God and our brother. For this, we thank you, and we praise God.
St. Therese said that we, your children, are like flowers in a garden. Each one is special and unique. Each one of us has a purpose in life. Each one of us was born with a mission that will glorify God. How do you keep track of all your children dearest Mother? It must have been easier with only one Son.
Dearest Mother, I often wonder about your life. What was it like raising the King of Kings? Did you and Joseph stand by His cradle and look at Him as He slept? Did you wonder if He would fit in with the other children in your village? Did you wonder how The Father would accomplish His gift of salvation through your Son? Did you talk about this in your family as Jesus grew?
Did Jesus help you in the kitchen when He was too young to work with Joseph? Did you teach Him to cook and to clean? When Joseph died, did you hold Jesus close and tell Him that all would be well?
When Jesus grew into manhood, did you worry about Him? You knew His mission of salvation would begin as Jesus left to find John and be baptized by Him. You knew that He would do as you asked at the wedding in Cana even when He bantered with you. We all know He couldn't resist your smile and love. All you had to do was to tell the servants, "Do whatever He tells you." Jesus couldn't say no. You pushed your little bird out of the nest and into His public life. You had your mission, too.
Dearest Mother, how your heart must have broken when you saw Jesus beaten, bruised and near death on His way to the cross. How could you stand the pain? When Jesus gave you to John as his mother, he took care of you and gifted us with His Mother. When Love died on the cross, your heart was pierced. Your heart was shattered and broken. You understood undying pain in the death of Love, but you accepted the sacrifice of the Lamb to the Father for the redemption of sin.
Mother, how great was your joy, then, on Easter morning when you saw your Risen Son? You, who gave birth to the Messiah, the great High Priest, saw your Son as God! Mother, dear, how you must have rejoiced with the Apostles and disciples at the news of His resurrection. How you must have rejoiced when His chosen ones saw Him for the first time. The Promise of the Father was fulfilled. Heaven was opened for mankind!
Now, Mother of God, your mission continues. Your job is to lead your children to your Son. You work hard at this job. You ask us to pray for peace, to pray for the conversion of sinners. You ask us to pray the rosary daily. You ask us to pray and fast.
Our world is a difficult world in which to live. You know that. You try to teach us, but like naughty children, we forget. Dearest Mother, pray for us. We are your children. Hold us close to your Immaculate Heart. Never stop trying. We will hear you. Thank you, Mother. Thank you.
We love you,
Your children
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