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My story with Mother Mary.
Grew up Catholic and always loved the Holy Eucharist. But I was always aware that Mary was there and I was not getting to know her. Then I saw a prayer card in a garage floor. It was the Mother of Sorrows. She had tears rolling down her cheeks and her heart pierced with daggers bleeding. Embraced in her arms is the crown of thorns and in her hand the three nails.
It broke my heart. What my mind couldn’t wrap around my heart understood. Since then I’ve fallen for her. If we only come to love Christ by a flash of how she loved him in a lifetime, I believe we’d be holy.
AVE MARIA!!!
in XT.
My story with Mother Mary.
Grew up Catholic and always loved the Holy Eucharist. But I was always aware that Mary was there and I was not getting to know her. Then I saw a prayer card in a garage floor. It was the Mother of Sorrows. She had tears rolling down her cheeks and her heart pierced with daggers bleeding. Embraced in her arms is the crown of thorns and in her hand the three nails.
It broke my heart. What my mind couldn’t wrap around my heart understood. Since then I’ve fallen for her. If we only come to love Christ by a flash of how she loved him in a lifetime, I believe we’d be holy.
AVE MARIA!!!
in XT.