Reflections on the Readings of the Catholic Holy Mass


Our Life, Our Sweetness and Our Hope


Memorial of Our Lady of the Rosary

Today’s Memorial of Our Lady of the Rosary takes me to a day long ago just before our class was to let out for Easter break. I knew something special was in store when Sister Jacinta asked us to clear our desks of everything but crayons. Excitedly, I lifted my creaky desktop and stuffed my things inside. Holding the heavy lid open with my elbow, I hunted around for my 8-pack of Crayolas then ran my sleeve over the desktop to clear away all trace of pink eraser dust.

“It’s a contest!” Sister announced in her melodious voice – I was fascinated by her. She was the nicest and prettiest nun in school, and I felt lucky to have her as my second grade teacher. She was soft-hearted and regarded everyone with affection while most of the other nuns were serious – yet, even the most austere of them would speak of Sister Jacinta’s constant inner joy.

When the handouts finally reached the back row where I was seated, I took mine and looked it over, enchanted. It was a drawing of a mother duck boasting an oversized Easter bonnet with her ducklings behind her, running after the Spring flowers that were spilling out of her basket. Sister announced that a special prize would be given for the most beautifully colored picture.

Focused on winning, I colored with passion, doing my utmost to bring the drawing to electrifying life with 8 crayons. At last, we held up our pictures for Sister to see, but I knew my efforts were lost behind the rows of upstretched arms in front of me. Still, I hoisted my masterpiece as high as I could, hopeful she’d catch a glimpse of it.

“ELIZABETH,” she announced my name. “Come up, please.” My heart jumped, then my feet after it as I marched to the front clutching my work of art, thrilled at having been selected. With a smile, Sister reached into her drawer and pulled out a white plastic lace case and gave it to me. I unsnapped it and gasped at the “big girl” rosary inside. I took it out of the case and felt its weight as the pink glass beads and silver crucifix shone under the fluorescent lights. Even then, my young mind knew it had been impossible for her to see and critique my work from such a distance. But with God all things are possible, so perhaps, I considered, this was Our Lady’s doing.

Now I’m certain it was, and my beautiful rosary is still with me today, bringing me special graces and protection as our Lady promised. It’s brought me peace, strengthened my faith, hope and my love for God and others, and that’s why today’s Memorial evokes for me one of the most treasured memories of my life.


“Go and Do Likewise” (Luke 10:37).

Compassionate Savior, as our work week begins, please help us to follow the path of Christian perfection like the good Samaritan in today’s Gospel of St. Luke.

Be Our Protection

Today is the Feast of the Archangels, Michael, Gabriel and Raphael

St. Michael the Archangel, defend us in battle.  Be our protection against the wickedness and snares of the devil.  May God rebuke him, we humbly pray.  And do thou oh prince of the Heavenly Host, by the power of God, cast into hell Satan and all the evil spirits who prowl around the world seeking the ruin of souls.  Amen.

Happy Birthday

In 2010, I wrote this poem for my husband on his birthday and now five years later, it’s time to pull it from the archives.  Happy Birthday, Mike…I’m so happy you were born!

“Truly You have formed my inmost being; You knit me in my mother’s womb. I give you thanks that I am fearfully, wonderfully made; wonderful are Your works” (Psalm 139:13-14).

Happy Birthday

Roars the wind.
Stirred from slumber,
crisp flora swirl
outside our window,
but only I hear their last.

Dark this night.
Gone the moon.

I want to tell you I love you.
But you sleep.

Gone your voice.
Gone the stars.
Where are they now?

God watches.
They’re in His Hands.


“Pray. Hope. Don’t Worry.” – St. Padre Pio

I visited Holy Family Church in Port St. Lucie for Mass last Sunday and was amazed at this life size statue of St. Padre Pio.  The sun lighting up his Rosary gave me hope and reminded me that when we pour out our hearts to God, He comforts us, and then we are strengthened.  Trust in Him first – He is always our refuge.

Today’s Psalm Reading:

“Only in God be at rest, my soul,
for from him comes my hope.
He only is my rock and my salvation,
my stronghold; I shall not be disturbed.
Trust in him at all times, O my people!
Pour out your hearts before him;
God is our refuge!”  (Psalm 62:6-7, 9)


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