Dear friend, what a most awful ordeal and trauma for you and your family. No wonder you are all at sea, dear soul. What a grief to have to condend with. Do be very kind and patient to yourself and don’t be fazed that you are struggling in your prayer life. That isn’t surprising, but part of your grief process. You are praying, and you are trying. God bless you for that.
Dearest Jesus, just embrace this dear person deeply in Your heart, along with her family members. There are no words to appeal to You, only the pain that is felt by Jason’s loved ones.
Flood them with your merciful, compassionate love, Jesus, please.
I will hold you in my heart in prayer in all my daily Masses and Communions. Be gentle to yourself and just let God’s love quietly heal you.
Dear Mother Mary, please comfort this grieving heart in the waves of pain that frequently engulf it. Sustain it when dark mourning closes out all light of comfort and hope. Obtain the gentle understanding and warm companionship of others to nurture the stricken heart and lead it towards hope and new life. Sustain it with faith and bring it to true generosity of spirit even in its sorrow.
You deeply experienced the laceration of suffering and bereavement, Mother. It entered and filled your Son’s life, piercing your soul, echoing through all your years. You watched your beloved Child follow a path that led to His earthly annihilation. Grieving, you were powerless to murmur or to prevent Him who must be about His divine Father’s affairs. You suffered, prayed, and loved in silent faith, as so many parents must.
Like innumerable mothers throughout the ages, you watched with anguish the struggling progress of your Son’s destiny, amid rising danger of circumstance and others’ opposition. Finally, you beheld as others’ selfishness, unbelief, ambition, fear and pride, destroyed Him who only loved them and sought their salvation.
He hung there, your boy, cruelly nailed, struggling for breath and faith. You helplessly watched life drain from His pure, loved body as His struggle deepened in pain, fever and weakness. You would have protected Him whom you loved in excruciating intensity, but you could never choose to betray the divine intention that entrusted Him to you. “Your will be done!” your being replied endlessly with His to the divine Father.
Have pity on the anguished helplessness issuing from inability to alleviate the sufferings of dear ones. Mother crucified of heart, as we suffer with our dear ones’ pain and grief, please obtain for us such courage, obedience and selflessness as your own and His, so that the highest will of divine love shall be fulfilled in each of our lives. Thank you, dear Mother.
With all my heart, Trishie
