I’ve been thinking a lot about our present situation as a separated yet unified, prayerful people of God. Strife tends either to join people or divide them—there really isn’t an in-between. I thought of decades of experiences that have united me with others as a child of God.
When my mother was dying, I was pregnant with my son, Greg. As her health deteriorated, his little body grew stronger. Surrounded by illness at the hospital during her chemo sessions, I was reminded that he would soon be delivered into this world at that same place of death. He was my hope in life when life was being lost before my eyes. I lifted my eyes toward heaven more during that time of strife than I had in quite some time. I begged God to heal my mother, and later to embrace her when I came to terms with her death. The great sorrow that takes hold when you realize that death is inevitable is tempered only by the thought that life is still moving forward. That’s where I was in May, 2001. My mother had died, and my son would be born soon. We were surviving life and death. I was poignantly reminded of this time while reflecting on the passion and death of Jesus this past Good Friday, knowing his death would soon be transformed in his glorious resurrection on Easter Sunday.
When Greg was a tiny newborn nestled in my arms, we got the news that a national disaster had occurred in New York and then later in Washington D. C. Death was at the forefront of every news report, and fear gripped the nation. Faith in humanity was rekindled by the responses of the faithful, the helpers, and the defenders. We prayed more as a people and prioritized life once again. The hope I held in my arms kept my eyes focused on life rather than death. This son of mine helped me to know that God was with us, and I was at peace in an unstable world.
Raising Greg was a true challenge of motherhood for me. He was rough and tumble. He would injure himself by living life to the fullest, and I would suffer with him. He would challenge me with the same stubbornness that I genetically passed on to him myself! We knocked heads and locked horns more than any other child of my womb. As he grew, he was my pride and joy and the thorn in my side. I loved him with my whole wounded heart. He taught me that I needed to die to myself and live for my vocation. With much prayer and deep love, we survived life together.
Not too long ago I found myself in a dark place in life. My grief was debilitating, and the sorrow in my heart was piercingly sharp. Times were truly tough. As I laid curled in a ball weeping, my beloved son embraced me and said, “I love you, Mom. It’s going to be okay.” The vessel of my dying-to-self had become the light in my darkness. The thorn in my side was now my crown of comfort. God gives us life and hope in miraculous ways.
Once again, death is at the forefront of every news report. The Pandemic of 2020 finds me dying to my worldly dreams of a big graduation party, sports banquet awards, trendy senior pictures of my son, and proud mama announcements being mailed out. Life has been transformed with ongoing prayers lifted up, virtual Masses, spiritual Communions, Facebook family Rosaries, novenas, and Divine Mercy chaplets. Together as a prayerful family we are surviving, and I am again reminded that even in death, life overcomes the darkness.
My heart is certainly with you. God bless our 2020 seniors and other grads. They so need this milestone and I pray God will give grace that brings wisdom to these young people making their steps into adulthood. Come, Holy Spirit!
Thank you Michelle. Class of 2020 will go down in history as the survivors. They begin each phase suffering something but emerge all the stronger for it! Carry on 2020, we are excited to see where they go in life. ❤️
This is just beautiful and poignant. So much to mull over that I will be reading it over multiple times.
Anna, we are in the same boat with our boys! They are our hope for the future. I hope you are doing well, take care and may God continue to bless you ❤️🙏🏼
The thoughts of your heart is such beautiful and life-filled poetry. You are a daughter of Christ, who’s soul reflects His Brilliance. Your words warmed me, and i am grateful to you for sharing these Intimate parts of heart. God bless you.
So much of what you shared resounds in my life. I was really blessed. Praying for you and yours. So many of the people we know in love are sacrificing graduations, weddings, happy welcome home baby parties, and yet I hope when Life As We Knew It in ordinary time resumes I pray that we will bring the lessons we have learned in this time into our futures. Thanks for this beautiful message.
This was absolutely beautiful! emotions and feelings I can relate to and pray about.