Filling heart holes...

I was praying alongside a mother one morning before mass, several years ago... and I experienced a deep sense of her pain. She had lost her daughter...

It was my own child’s birthday that day, and she was attending a school convention for a few days. As I prayed for my child, I felt a longing for her... she can be aloof at times, headstrong and defiant; yet, I love that girl with all my heart! She is my special, confident, take-charge leader. As I reflected on missing her, I ached for the mother next to me. My child was coming home the next day, while hers had gone on to her eternal home, shot down in the prime of her life.

I was overwhelmed as the heartache washed over me, and I kept praying the rosary... what better prayer! Who better to turn to with the needs of an aching, longing mother’s heart... Mary knew the pain of loss and more. A sword had pierced her own heart... imagine Mary’s suffering as she helplessly watched her son bleeding, dying, crucified.

Lord, in Your mercy, carry that mother’s burden; let Your light and love and peace stream through heart holes; saturate and envelop her with pure love; allow her to drink from Your springs of living water, and give her the strength she needs to endure...