Saturday, December 17, 2011
Most everyone knows of St. Francis. He watches over animals, children and those that are helpless.
Anne is another friend. Saint Anne is the patron saint of grandmothers. I'm not one yet but I hope to be someday. Anne is looking after that for me. Anne is said to have been the grandmother of Christ. I like to believe that Anne is watching over and helping to protect, comfort and preserve my own grandmothers; Rose, Elsie, Anna Marie, Mary and Elizabeth. And that she'll do the same for me some day.
Gerard. He's a new one. I didn't know about St. Gerard until my daughter in law told me about him.
I am updating this in the summer of 2013. I have become familiar now with St. Peregrine. He has been called the Patron Saint of Cancer Patients. Since my daughter in law is struggling with this disease, he and I have become partners of sorts. When I was visiting my other son in California, I toured Capistrano and ventured innocently enough into the Chapel that Capistrano is known for. I was surprised and taken aback to learn a small chapel had been carved out of the larger one and was solely for those struggling with or praying for someone with cancer. Of course, Allen and I entered in, lit candles and prayed. Called St. Peregrines Chapel, we placed our faith in him.
There's a country song by Lee Ann Womack that is popular today. It has to do with last words that a mother gives to her child. One of her wishes is that the child promise to give faith a fighting chance.
It can't be said better than that. And not just because one would want the child to become religious.
No, more because with age does come wisdom - some at least. I've learned that without faith, you can become lost. When I have nowhere else to turn, no one to turn to, I can lean on my faith. I can lean on my belief that there is a plan. I am comforted by my belief that things will work according to that plan. It helps me to accept what comes and believe me, sometimes that acceptance is hard.
I can pray anywhere. I drive down the road and pray. I talk to God all the time. We have little conversations in which He doesn't say much, but He listens well. I wish I were more like Him....talking less, listening more. I'm trying to thank Him more. I have so many things to be thankful for. I try to remember to thank Him whenever I notice something He's done.....especially when it concerns a prayer being answered.
I don't always get what I pray for but I always get an answer to my prayer. Sometimes my prayers don't get the answers I am praying for. That's where faith comes in again. Faith that the answer is just that....The Answer. That even when it's not what I expected, it's what I need to have for the plan to unfold.