Mary: "Mom, do you hear me when I pray to you?"
Me: "Do you mean when you pray for me?"
Mary: "No, to you. When I am in school and I feel sad or worried, I pray to you. Can you hear me?"
Me: "I guess I do. Every once in a while, I think of you and your smile, and then I smile too. Or I'll glance at your picture on my desk and just feel a wave of love for you, and I'll ask God to bless you. That must be when you are praying to me, so I would say, yes, I do hear you when you pray to me."
Glancing in the rear-view mirror, I see a sweet little girl with a big smile on her face and I realize that she needs the intercession of her mother even if her mother is not a saint.
United in Spirit
Can you hear me
thinking of you?
Can you feel my arms
longing to hold you?
Are you warmed
by my heart loving you?
Do my prayers
lift you up?
I can’t be with you
in body
but I am with you
in spirit.
Always.
