My Jesus, I adore Thee.
My Jesus, I love Thee.
My Jesus, I trust in Thee.
My Jesus, have Mercy on me, a sinner.
My Jesus, Thy Will be done.
My mother died several years ago and I still miss her terribly. During her illness, I had seen her every other day and sometimes every day until St. Valentine's Day; this was the last day that I saw her alive. My children got colds and what I thought was the throw-up flu (severe ear infections were diagnosed on February 22) and I could no longer visit her. The night she died, my dad tried to call, but by the time I answered the phone, the person on the other end had hung up. My dad called me early the next morning and told me. My children and I rushed over to my parents' house. My husband met us there.
The day my mother died, I took advantage of the fact that my husband stayed home to help me, and I went to Mass. I arrived early and I knelt and prayed before the Blessed Sacrament, "Dear God, my mom has suffered so much. If my mom will go straight to Heaven, please take her." I did not expect God to answer my prayer at 10:03 that night and I have regretted my prayer so often, but a priest told me that it was a prayer of love. I am thankful that she is no longer suffering; however, sometimes, I selfishly wish that I had continued to pray for a miracle.
The day my mother died, I lost my mom and my closest friend, next to my husband.
Dear Mary, as I told you shortly after my mother died, I entrust myself totally to your care.
Remember, O most gracious Virgin Mary, that never was it known that anyone who fled to thy protection, implored thy help, or sought thine intercession was left unaided. Inspired by this confidence, I fly unto thee, O Virgin of virgins, my mother; to thee do I come, before thee I stand, sinful and sorrowful. O Mother of the Word Incarnate, despise not my petitions, but in thy mercy hear and answer me. Amen.
O St. Joseph, whose protection is so great, so strong, so prompt before the Throne of God, I place in you all my interests and desires. O St. Joseph, do assist me by your powerful intercession and obtain for me from your Divine Son all spiritual blessings through Jesus Christ, Our Lord; so that having engaged here below your Heavenly power I may offer my Thanksgiving and Homage to the most Loving of Fathers. O St. Joseph, I never weary contemplating you and Jesus asleep in your arms. I dare not approach while He reposes near your heart. Press Him in my name and kiss His fine Head for me, and ask Him to return the Kiss when I draw my dying breath. St. Joseph, Patron of departing souls, pray for us. Amen.
Please pray for the repose of my mother's soul.
by Milton Lomask is a book that should be read by Catholic families during this Year for Priests. A few weeks ago, my husband finished reading the book to my children and me, and we were sorry to have it end. Milton Lomask captured the life of St. Jean Marie Vianney in words that appeal to both young and old. He also succeeded in touching the listeners' hearts, giving us a motto to make our own. Thanks to this book, the words, "Do only what is pleasing to God" are often in our minds and on our lips.
