The gentle hand of Mary

     Today, before Mass, I was praying the Rosary of the Sorrowful mysteries. It helps me to place myself in each scenario of the decade at hand. Closing my eyes, I arrived at the "carrying of the cross". I saw Blessed Mother, as I pictured Her in my mind, walking behind Her beloved Son on His way to Calvary. I asked Her if I could just walk beside Her. Holding on to Her Mantle. I saw Her turn to me and reach out Her hand as to grab hold of mine. My soul smiled. Even though She was in quite distress, She still offered me Her Holy gentle hand in comfort, to me. Even though my desire was to comfort Her, She still forgot Herself and wanted to be my Mother. 

     I grabbed hold of that gentle hand. The comfort She gave me was an undescribable. Even in Her sorrow, She had Peace. Relaying to me, that in suffering, there is Peace, if we follow Her Son Jesus. This enlightening moment help me to truly understand Her purpose. To be a Mother to us all. Mary is powerful. Letting Her lead us to Jesus in all ways, She comforts us and shows us that walking the same trail He walked, there is everlasting Peace. Everlasting comfort. 

     In difficult times, I turn to Her. Where now there was once Her example of resignation, there is also Her gentle hand. I love Her and thank Her for Her "Fiat". For Her "yes". For Her gentle hand that has ever guided me closer and closer to Her son, Jesus.