She sat across from me, eyes wet with sorrow.
“I tried to be a good mother,” she said.
Her voice trembled with regret.
She had done her best.
But the ache of conflict with her daughter weighed heavy.
Worry. Depression. Grief.
It filled the room like fog.
I didn’t fix it.
I didn’t preach.
I simply stayed.
Sometimes, presence is the holiest offering we have.
Before I left, I asked gently,
“Do you ever pray the rosary?”
She shook her head.
“No one ever taught me.”
So I placed one in her hand.
I showed her the beads.
I taught her the rhythm.
I told her:
This isn’t just repetition.
It’s a walk through the life of Jesus—
with His mother beside us.
Mary was a mother too.
She knew the ache of watching her child suffer.
She knew the grief of loss.
She gave everything for her Son.
And now, she listens to our cries
and carries them to Him.
In today’s Gospel, Jesus says to Martha,
“You are anxious and worried about many things.”
Penny was anxious too.
But like Mary, she chose the better part—
to sit, to receive, to be held.
So today, I pray:
Holy Mary, Mother of God,
pray for my friend Penny.
May she find peace in your Son.
Let us pray together:
Hail Mary, full of grace,
the Lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou among women,
and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.
Holy Mary, Mother of God,
pray for us sinners,
now and at the hour of our death.
Amen.
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