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Athanasius_Mary
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Sometimes I just can’t pray. I can’t focus. I carry my prayerbooks with me everywhere and always, always, always have my Rosary and Green Scapular in my pocket. My Miraculous Medal is always on my prayer shelf (it’s gotten tarnished, but I’ll never get rid of it). But sometimes I just can’t pray. My mind gets jumbled in grief and confusion (our first two children died. Our first son was miscarried, our daughter lived 21 hours. We’ve been blessed with our third child, a healthy and beautiful boy who’s now two).
I’m getting regular counsel for addiction (and I go to Confession and Mass as often as I can). I love my family more than anything. I love the Catholic Church and Faith. I just feel like an abysmal failure at living it. Sometimes I border on committing the sin of hopelessness.
“Lady Theotokos, raise me above this world’s confusion, for I am tossed in the storm of life!”
I’m getting regular counsel for addiction (and I go to Confession and Mass as often as I can). I love my family more than anything. I love the Catholic Church and Faith. I just feel like an abysmal failure at living it. Sometimes I border on committing the sin of hopelessness.
“Lady Theotokos, raise me above this world’s confusion, for I am tossed in the storm of life!”