I love Mary! She’s awesome! I mean, we invented hyperdulia just to describe her alone, she’s that cool. Well, she’s cool because Jesus is, but all the more reason to love her. She’s the mother of the MESSIAH! Who wouldn’t love her?
I remember my very first RCIA class (I entered a little late); we learned to pray the rosary. I brought my plastic and cord rosary home. I didn’t know what to expect. As a former Southern Baptist, I was under the impression that even touching a rosary was smite-worthy. I prayed to God and asked Him not to be angry with me, then hesitantly began to pray.
You know what? I didn’t get struck down with lightning. I was filled with the most profound sense of peace. Mary was holding me in her arms that night, and I knew I’d done the right thing in choosing to convert. It’s taken some time to get in the habit of praying daily, but I’ve been trying to pray the rosary more; it’s my favorite prayer, and it’s a great stress reliever.
I love our Blessed Mother. Jesus loves her too, and that’s enough for me.
Hail Holy Queen, Mother of Mercy!
Our life, our sweetness, and our hope!
To thee do we cry, poor banished children of Eve;
To thee do we send up our sighs, weeping and mourning in this valley of tears.
Turn the, most gracious Advocate, thine eyes of mercy towards us;
After this our exile show us unto the blessed fruit of thy womb, Jesus;
O clement, O loving, O sweet Virgin Mary.
Pray for us, O holy Mother of God,
That we may be made worthy of the promises of Christ.