This morning, after I fed Omelette and checked the nest boxes, I grabbed The Glories of Mary and tiptoed past Mini, who was still half-asleep on the quilt. But the second she saw the book in my hand, she popped up and followed me down to the grotto like she knew something special was about to happen.
We sat together on the big rock in front of the statue, and I read all of (Click) Chapter 4 out loud so Mary could hear too. It was all about how Mary is the mother not just of the holy ones—but also of poor sinners like me who want to love her better. It made my eyes feel warm and full.
The part that struck me most was when it said Mary will not turn away even the soul that has fallen over and over again, so long as they come to her with a heart that wants to change. It said she embraces the sinner like a mother would—tenderly, without scolding—and she even heals the wounds of our souls.
I looked up at the statue right then, and it felt like she was really listening. And I whispered, “Please don’t let me ever forget how much you love me.”
I just love St. Alphonsus Liguori for writing this book. It’s like he poured his whole heart into every page, just to help people like me grow in love for Mary. I bet he must’ve loved her with all his soul, because you can feel it when you read his words.
Evening Prayer:
Dear Mary, my sweetest Mother,
I thank you for being so patient with me. When I fall short, you still welcome me back.
Please help me to grow a heart like yours—gentle and humble and full of love.
Tell your Son Jesus that I want to love Him more and more.
And thank you for sending me The Glories of Mary just when I needed it.
Bless St. Alphonsus in heaven. I know he’s close to you.
And please tuck Mini in tight tonight. She’s been my prayer partner all day.
Amen.
Love, Kathy
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