A year ago today I had, like, two readers:
my husband and my cat.
I’m allergic to cats.
Anyway, true story. The following really happened and for that reason I’m re-sharing it. (Re-sharing? Recycling? Really. Does it matter?)
Here it is.
We have many Marys in our home.
Perhaps unnerving to the casual visitor, there is a life-sized statue of Maria Rosa Mystica in our sitting room. She is lovely and was a gift from my mom & dad that I treasure. Over the mantle in our family room is a framed image of the Holy Family: inspiration to the many wrestling children and DVD-viewers that tumble through that room. By the kitchen sink is a small porcelain statue: my kitchen madonna. And finally, in our bedroom, home base for evening prayer, the daily read-aloud and many quiet (ha) moments of folding laundry, is my statue of Our Lady of Fatima.
We really do like Mary around here.
So when the opportunity came to see the Pilgrim Virgin Statue of Our Lady of Fatima, we took it, even though it meant making our way into the city and dealing with the traffic, the parking, and the organizational feat of getting my four children out the door. (I only had four at that point. Somehow it often seemed like more.)
The Cathedral was full-to-bursting with hundreds of little Catholic school kids from all over the Twin Cities and beyond. Every last uniformed one of them had assembled to pray, sing, and peer curiously at the mystical, miraculous presence at the front of the church.
After the liturgy we were invited to move closer, and so my own small group of five approached the statue. We waited quietly while a little girl in a blue uniform got her picture taken with Mary. Suddenly I saw the somber expression on Our Blessed Mother’s face become a broad, beaming smile. I assure you that I did! And then, in the midst of this surreal, is-this-really-happening? moment, my oldest son grabbed my arm and exclaimed:
“Mommy! Do you see? The statue of Mary is smiling!”
To their dismay, none of my other children saw this. The story, though, is retold often—especially on these beautiful Marian feasts when we are reminded of the power of her intercession, and of her love.
So what’d ya think? Pretty cool, huh?
To tell you the truth, though, as incredible (for us) as this miracle was, I find myself taking it—and Mary—for granted. She is ever so willing to bless my little homeschool, if only I ask her blessing.
The goal for today, then, is to get the family to Mass at 5:00 p.m. Pray for us that we make it! I can be such a homebody and the later in the day it gets, the more my five kids feel like…more. : )