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heathernoel
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I am not an apologetic…simply a Catholic in training.
I know many browse through this forum looking to understand why it is that Catholics do the things we do.
This is my testimony about my love and adoration for Our Most Blessed Mother.
I am a Mommy. Our three little girls have feet, and our two sons are saints. Marshall, named after our favorite deacon, was born sleeping. He was asleep on our sonogram that was to reveal our fourth child’s gender. We gave birth to Marshall, all 6.5 inches of him, on March 30, 2008. I tried to take care of my pain by myself. I thought I did a good job of it, too.
But then, a year and a month later, we gave birth to Jonah, also at 19 plus weeks, who was dying slowly while choking on his own blood seeping from his anencephalic head. My womb, which was supposed to be a safe place, had failed.
I couldn’t do it alone. We were carried on the prayers and love shown to us by many, many people. We got through the funeral, and when I got out of my fog and looked at my children, I realized that I couldn’t do it alone.
Then, it dawned on me…My Holy Mother knows my pain. She lost her innocent son, too. She had to watch as he suffered, then died. His body was defiled before she was able to assure that he’d been washed and wrapped with love.
Who could help me? My Mother could.
Recently I have picked up my Rosary, and began my devotions again. Who better to walk this journey with me than her? Yes, I still have children here…children I love and admire…just as she loved His beloved apostles and disciples. If I follow her lead, and support them, lead them, and guide them…I will be ok. I too will see my children again. My beloved sons…
Anyway, that’s my testimony. I hope it helps you on your path to discovering who she is, and why it is we love her so much.
I know many browse through this forum looking to understand why it is that Catholics do the things we do.
This is my testimony about my love and adoration for Our Most Blessed Mother.
I am a Mommy. Our three little girls have feet, and our two sons are saints. Marshall, named after our favorite deacon, was born sleeping. He was asleep on our sonogram that was to reveal our fourth child’s gender. We gave birth to Marshall, all 6.5 inches of him, on March 30, 2008. I tried to take care of my pain by myself. I thought I did a good job of it, too.
But then, a year and a month later, we gave birth to Jonah, also at 19 plus weeks, who was dying slowly while choking on his own blood seeping from his anencephalic head. My womb, which was supposed to be a safe place, had failed.
I couldn’t do it alone. We were carried on the prayers and love shown to us by many, many people. We got through the funeral, and when I got out of my fog and looked at my children, I realized that I couldn’t do it alone.
Then, it dawned on me…My Holy Mother knows my pain. She lost her innocent son, too. She had to watch as he suffered, then died. His body was defiled before she was able to assure that he’d been washed and wrapped with love.
Who could help me? My Mother could.
Recently I have picked up my Rosary, and began my devotions again. Who better to walk this journey with me than her? Yes, I still have children here…children I love and admire…just as she loved His beloved apostles and disciples. If I follow her lead, and support them, lead them, and guide them…I will be ok. I too will see my children again. My beloved sons…
Anyway, that’s my testimony. I hope it helps you on your path to discovering who she is, and why it is we love her so much.
