Sempermom

The friendship of mothers is best realize as we pray for each other in the vocation we share. We are daughters of the New Eve. It is Mary who waits for us, journeys with us, cries with us, laughs with us, teaches us, and prays with us. As we retire in the evenings, may we find joy in knowing that, we may be someone's mother by day, but by night, we sleep in peace as her daughters, first.

Saturday, February 25, 2006

My Morning Offering to a Mother-Friend
April 11, 2005
SharonMarie

For today, I pray we are able to receive the grace we need,
to give the love that others need,
to offer all of our senses up to our purpose in His plan.
I pray for all the crosses that we bear,
for moms who work with all their heart.
I hope something in the weather, today, speaks to me of His presence.
I pray that something in the laundry today speaks to me of His Divine Providence.
I ask that something in the dust today reminds me of where I am to return and how to cherish every moment.
I pray that something in the time today gives me pause to play.
I pray that something in my coffee, today, speaks to me of my need for hte strengthening of His seven gifts in my life.
I pray that something in my smile speaks to my children of the tender affections of Our Lady.
I ask that something in my meals speaks to them of the works of Mercy, generated from His love.
I hope that something in my voice today is heard over the phone by my husband that speaks to my gratitude for the gift he is in my life.
I pray that, somehow, a mother's love is all it takes for teens to pass through this world and home again, safely, in The Their Hearts.
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1 Comments:

  • At 8:14 AM, Blogger Sempermom said…

    My Morning Offering to a Mother-Friend

    One day about 4 years ago,
    on a very grey day in Oklahoma,
    a mother friend called to say that
    she was having a rough day,
    which is always common ground for mothers who live this life of fullness with their children.
    So, with my coffee cup in hand, the laundry overflowing, and the dust glaring at me on my piano, I stormed my mind to find the words to form a prayer. My reflection in writing this was,
    If I was ever arrested for being 'truly thankful in the Lord, for every happening in my life', would there be enough evidence to convict me?
    Mary P., thank you for turning my heart to the Lord on that day!
    sempermom

     

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