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PraiseGodxJMJ
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Dear all,
She was beautiful. She said that she wants me to make a Grotto-style shrine of her. I told my mom that I want to make a “Bathtub Mary”
A Mary Garden is a garden, filled with flowers, plants and trees named for Our Lady and Jesus, designed to be a place of beauty that reminds us of our Lord and our Lady, allows one to experience God’s creation, and invites prayer and contemplation. Because Mary is a type of the Church as Bride, the garden should be enclosed if at all possible, based on the words in the fourth chapter of Solomon’s Canticle of Canticles:
How beautiful art thou, my love, how beautiful art thou!:harp: thy eyes are doves’ eyes, besides what is hid within. Thy hair is as flocks of goats, which Come up from mount Galaad. Thy teeth as flocks of sheep, that are shorn which come up from the washing, all with twins, and there is none barren among them. Thy lips are as a scarlet lace: and thy speech sweet. Thy cheeks are as a piece of a pomegranate, besides that which lieth hid within. Thy neck, is as the tower of David, which is built with bulwarks: a thousand bucklers hang upon it, all the armour of valiant men. Thy two breasts like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies. :byzsoc:
Till the day break, and the shadows retire, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense. Thou art all fair, O my love, and there is not a spot in thee. Come from Libanus, my spouse, come from Libanus, come: thou shalt be crowned from the top of Amana, from the top of Sanir and Hermon, from the dens of the lions, from the mountains of the leopards. Thou hast wounded my heart, my sister, my spouse, thou hast wounded my heart with one of thy eyes, and with one hair of thy neck. How beautiful are thy breasts, my sister, my spouse! thy breasts are more beautiful than wine, and the sweet smell of thy ointments above all aromatical spices.
Thy lips, my spouse, are as a dropping honeycomb, honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments, as the smell of frankincense. My sister, my spouse, is a garden enclosed, a garden enclosed, a fountain sealed up. Thy plants are a paradise of pomegranates with the fruits of the orchard. Cypress with spikenard. Spikenard and saffron, sweet cane and cinnamon, with all the trees of Libanus, myrrh and aloes with all the chief perfumes. The fountain of gardens: the well of living waters, which run with a strong stream from Libanus. :tissues:
Arise, O north wind, and come, O south wind, blow through my garden, and let the aromatical spices thereof flow. You guys have know Idea how much I love Mary. Mary is my heavenly mother. I feel called to copy her. When I mean copy her I do not mean to give a virgin birth no one can do that but her. I mean to copy her humility,obedeince, her chasity, her kindness, and motherly love for her son. That is what I feel called to do. I also feel called to convert sinners into catholicism as a nun. :nun2:
So if all can pray for my vocation that would be an honor… Pray for my family that is in Puerto Rico, as well as Florida, and New Jersey, even Colorado, California, and NYC. Pray for them to stick with Jesus always.
[SIGN]“walk the Rosary” [/SIGN]
sister in christ
PraiseGodxJMJ
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I feel called to be a youth evanglist, even though I am catholic. I also feel called to be a Fransciscan nun of the renewal. I saw our Lady when I was just merely eight years old. She was beautiful, she had a sheer veil and a white gown under her sky blue robe. Her sash was white. Her lips were coral, and her skin tone was fair to olive complexion with brown hair and amber eyes.
A Mary Garden is a garden, filled with flowers, plants and trees named for Our Lady and Jesus, designed to be a place of beauty that reminds us of our Lord and our Lady, allows one to experience God’s creation, and invites prayer and contemplation. Because Mary is a type of the Church as Bride, the garden should be enclosed if at all possible, based on the words in the fourth chapter of Solomon’s Canticle of Canticles:
How beautiful art thou, my love, how beautiful art thou!:harp: thy eyes are doves’ eyes, besides what is hid within. Thy hair is as flocks of goats, which Come up from mount Galaad. Thy teeth as flocks of sheep, that are shorn which come up from the washing, all with twins, and there is none barren among them. Thy lips are as a scarlet lace: and thy speech sweet. Thy cheeks are as a piece of a pomegranate, besides that which lieth hid within. Thy neck, is as the tower of David, which is built with bulwarks: a thousand bucklers hang upon it, all the armour of valiant men. Thy two breasts like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies. :byzsoc:
Till the day break, and the shadows retire, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense. Thou art all fair, O my love, and there is not a spot in thee. Come from Libanus, my spouse, come from Libanus, come: thou shalt be crowned from the top of Amana, from the top of Sanir and Hermon, from the dens of the lions, from the mountains of the leopards. Thou hast wounded my heart, my sister, my spouse, thou hast wounded my heart with one of thy eyes, and with one hair of thy neck. How beautiful are thy breasts, my sister, my spouse! thy breasts are more beautiful than wine, and the sweet smell of thy ointments above all aromatical spices.
Thy lips, my spouse, are as a dropping honeycomb, honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments, as the smell of frankincense. My sister, my spouse, is a garden enclosed, a garden enclosed, a fountain sealed up. Thy plants are a paradise of pomegranates with the fruits of the orchard. Cypress with spikenard. Spikenard and saffron, sweet cane and cinnamon, with all the trees of Libanus, myrrh and aloes with all the chief perfumes. The fountain of gardens: the well of living waters, which run with a strong stream from Libanus. :tissues:
Arise, O north wind, and come, O south wind, blow through my garden, and let the aromatical spices thereof flow. You guys have know Idea how much I love Mary. Mary is my heavenly mother. I feel called to copy her. When I mean copy her I do not mean to give a virgin birth no one can do that but her. I mean to copy her humility,obedeince, her chasity, her kindness, and motherly love for her son. That is what I feel called to do. I also feel called to convert sinners into catholicism as a nun. :nun2:

So if all can pray for my vocation that would be an honor… Pray for my family that is in Puerto Rico, as well as Florida, and New Jersey, even Colorado, California, and NYC. Pray for them to stick with Jesus always.
[SIGN]“walk the Rosary” [/SIGN]
sister in christ
PraiseGodxJMJ
