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Mary, Queen of My Heart

Head from Filippo Lippo's Coronation of the Virgin
It's been a rough week. With the death of Robin Williams, the news that one of our spiritual advisors has been asked by her order to move and begin a new ministry, the 15th year since the death of my sister-in-law, to not knowing where Youngest Son is, I can't say there's been much to celebrate.

Thank God for the Feast of the Assumption.

Many years ago (I'm pretty sure I was 15), my sister-in-law led me to make my Consecration to the Blessed Virgin Mary on the Feast of the Assumption. It was in an OLD little country church. It was built lovingly by Polish immigrants, and the stained glass was beautiful. You know many pennies were saved by people of little means to make that church as lovely as they could. I also remember that the kneelers were extremely close to the pew in front of you; you sort of had to kneel at a 45-degree angle. "Offer it up!"

I had to cantor the Vigil Mass last night. I was praying through all my sorrows before Mass, as an older couple in our parish lead us through the Rosary. By the time Mass started, my burdens were lightened. As I sang through the glorious Marian hymns, and listened to Father explain the Ark of the Covenant in both the Old and New Testaments, I knew that - as always - I was wrapped in Mary's mantle, covered in her prayerful protection, just as I have always been, since the day of my consecration.

It was such a lovely Mass, and the music was refreshment to my parched soul. I stayed after and re-dedicated myself to Mary and her motherly love, asking her to strengthen me in my faith, to pray for me that I might always have the courage to say, "Fiat."

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