There is a statue in my rose garden. It is of Mother Mary. I put the statue in my garden last year during the height of the world wide lockdown. I was afraid of the unknown. I felt as if the world was coming to an end. Anxiety, depression, and a whole host of negative, fear-filled emotions drenched me, and nearly paralyzed me.
Then, I saw this statue of Mother Mary in the garden section of a store. I knelt in front of the statue and felt my heart calm to a slower pace. I ran my fingertips along the grainy texture. I know that the statue is not Mother Mary; but, rather a reminder of her instruction to trust her son, Our Lord Jesus Christ.
I struggled to place the statue in my cart, but I did.
Now, each morning, I walk in my garden and stop, kneel and pray that Mother Mary remembers me, remembers to pray for me and the whole world now and and at the hour of our deaths.
There has been a relentless reporting of death and destruction in the media. Anger, division, et cetera and et cetera.
Truth is, if we firmly believe in what God promises-that He will be our shelter in the storms, that He will be on the other side of the veil for those who love Him, that this life isn’t all there is, then we should not fear death, nor anything that can harm us in this life.
God alone is in control. There is nothing mortal man can do to us, God’s children. God is on His throne now and forever more.
In the evening after my day at work, I return to the garden and sit quietly and find peace in knowing that Mother Mary prays for me. I find peace in knowing that death will never, ever separate me from God and His love for me.
One day, I will go home to Heaven.
Of that I am certain.
I have lived my life to serve God. God is my eternal father and I lay my fears at His feet.
This is a drawing I did of Mother Mary. I thought of her as wearing blue.
God’s blessings to everyone who reads my blog.
Jenny W. Andrews copyright 2021