Broken Glass

I keep thinking of the image I saw a couple years ago.

The image was a glass wall between me and a crucifix in a church.  

I remember thinking if I open the door to the glass wall it would break. 

I didn’t know what that exactly meant. 

What would happen if I opened the door and the glass broke? 

 I meditated with this last night while trying to fall asleep. 

I visualized the same crucifix but this time the wall of glass is all shattered on the floor. 

Broken pieces of glass everywhere.

Again, what does this mean? 

Let me "break" it down...

The broken glass symbolizes our broken and suffering world. 

I’m now seeing that I can’t fix all the broken pieces of glass. 

I have to give this brokenness to Jesus on the cross. 

Only Jesus can restore what is broken.  

I listened to this song for the first time today and it fits this blog well. 

A Story of Hope

Servant of God, Chiara Corbello Petrillo, is one of my favorite saints in the making! 

Birth into Heaven 

"The picture of Chiara smiling with a patch on her eye is extraordinary if you consider that it was taken in April of 2012, which was a little more than ten days after she discovered to be a terminal patient. In the weeks that followed, she prepared for her encounter with Christ alongside her husband in a house far from the city and close to the sea. They received the Sacraments daily by Fr. Vito, who accompanied them through this intense time. Chiara and Enrico were strengthened more than ever by the faithfulness of God and a deep joy."

"Chiara died at noon on June 13, 2012 after she said her goodbyes to her family and friends, one by one. She told everyone I love you."

https://www.chiaracorbellapetrillo.org/en/the-story-of-chiara/

Consecration Prayer to Mary

O Virgin Mary,

you are my Mother, 

who on behalf of God love me so much. 

Accept today my desire to consecrate myself to you. 

I give you my whole self

and my very life,

I give you my body,

my thoughts and feelings,

my deepest capacity

to love and to know the truth.

Everything that I have is yours

and so belongs to you. 

I give it to you

so that I might totally 

belong to Christ,

the life of my life.

With trust and love, I repeat to you>

Morning Star 

who leads me to Jesus.

Totus Tuus.

The Unimaginable

There are moments that the words don't reach

There is suffering too terrible to name

You hold your child as tight as you can

And push away the unimaginable

There are moments that the words don't reach

There's a grace too powerful to name

We push away what we can never understand

We push away the unimaginable."  

Lyrics from Hamilton the Musical  

Michael and Courtney,

 I have pushed away writing this blog.

Day by day and night by night, the unimaginable is being lived.

I keep thinking of our Sorrowful Mother Mary looking up at the One she 

once carried inside her. 

Unimaginable. 

She clings to the Cross. 

Standing by our Sorrowful Mother are St. Mary Magdalene, St. John the Beloved and the women at the Cross.

I have felt ever so close to St. Mary Magdalene these past few weeks. 

Mary Magdalene stood by the sorrowful Mother and her child at the hour of death.

There is nothing I can do to make the unimaginable go away.  

I can and will, stand by and with you at the Cross.

In the hope of the Resurrection. 

  

“Jesus wants to restore us to what man had in the Garden of Eden: nakedness-vulnerability-without shame (Genesis 2:25). He longs to break those chains that tether us to a life of existence instead of a life of abundance.” 

Be Still - Daily Devotional by Lisa Brenninkmeyer 

Asking your little flower to help us live for the abundant life. 

A life unimaginable in the beautiful garden.  

"O Jesus, give us thy heart, as a pledge of thy love, and as a place of refuge, that we may find therein a secure-repose during life, and a sweet comfort at the hour of death. My Savior! Hide me in thy sacred heart, until the storm of life is past." 

A prayer from the St. Vincent’s Manual that expresses this sentiment of asking to be placed within Jesus’ heart while the storm of life rages on.