Happy Mother’s Day Blessed Mother

For the times, at my lowest, when I was scared and alone that you never left my side. When my own daughter remarked after waking early in the morning to find me asleep on the sofa after praying the Rosary, “Mom, something was here while you were sleeping, a light, it couldn’t have been a flashlight, it definitely wasn’t a lightning bug.” I slept peacefully, Rosary alongside;

I love you.

For the beautiful moments praying the Rosary, when the scriptures opened up and I was living the Gospels right alongside you, when true understanding dawned in my soul;

I love you.

For the smell of roses without cause;

I love you.

For the hugs, and for the pearl necklace my mom sent with the EXACT number of Hail Marys, and one Our Father that a Rosary contains with this note, “I’m so proud of you;”

I love you.

For the connections, too many to count, too many to be coincidence that gave me life and spiritual direction;

I love you.

For the insight into “the Narrow Gate,” “the kingdom of heaven,” and the true meaning of life;

I love you.

For giving me the grace to forgive and move on;

I love you.

For the times at church when I felt a hand on my shoulder and a prayer entered my mouth, without thought of my own;

I love you.

For the beautiful spiritual moments so connected to the heart that they’re impossible to explain without the holy Spirit;

I love you.

For my beautiful friends;

I love you.

For leading me to Christ and True Freedom;

I love you.

I’m sorry for my failings and shortcomings, please ask Jesus to not give up on me;

I love you–that means I love Him!

Happy Mother’s Day;

I LOVE YOU!

This one’s for you, Blessed Mother (You know me, I had to change the words.)

May all your children—all of us—make YOU proud!

 

Already Gone

My Mama mapped out the road that she knows
Which hands to shake and which hands to hold
In my hand-me-down Cherokee, ready to roll
She knew that I had to go
And hang out, make lots of noise
And stay out late with her Boy (I usually read the Bible late at night)
Make the mistakes the world said she made (reflect on her belief, obedience) ’cause she knew all along

I was already gone
I was already gone
I was already gone
Love is a runaway train you can’t wait to jump on

They say the first time won’t ever last
But that didn’t stop me the first time He laughed

All my friends tried to warn me the day that we met
“Girl, don’t you lose your heart yet”
But His bright eyes dared me with danger
And sparks fly like flame to a paper
Fire in His touch burning me up, but still I HOLD ON
‘Cause I’m already gone
I’m already gone
I’m already gone
Love is a runaway train you can’t wait to jump on

The last time I prayed, we packed up my things
And He smiled like the first time He told me his name (“I AM”)
And we cried with each other
He took the blame for the parts that I couldn’t change
I’m reminded of pictures, dishes and socks
Our whole lives end in one box
Then, there He is waving hello on the front porch at home

I am home
I am finally home

Hang out, make lots of noise
And stay out late with her Boy
Make the mistakes the world said that she made, Love is a runaway train

My mama mapped out the road that she knows
Which hands to shake, which hands you hold
In my hand-me-down Cherokee
Love is a runaway train you can’t wait to jump on

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