Thursday, December 6, 2012

Another Motherly Companion


Those of you who have been a follower of this blog for some time know that I have had a sort of running joke with St Ann. She was my patron for the last three years. So this year when I put my hand in the basket to choose a saint for this year, I had to wonder if this powerful saint and mother had had enough of me, or did she feel that she had more to teach me.
Well, it seems that she saw fit to pass me on to another powerful saint and mother. St Monica is my patron for this year. I find it interesting that for the last several years my patron saints have been strong mothers. St Ann has done much to help me with my own spiritual motherhood and I think St Monica will continue that task.
If you have read my reversion story, you know that as a post~abortive mother part of my healing has been in accepting my spiritual motherhood with my daughter in heaven. This is not always easy for me to do given what I have done, but having St Ann as a patron and spiritual companion certainly has helped. St Monica is an example of what the power of prayer can do. She prayed for over 30 years for the conversion of her son, Augustine. I know she will intercede for me and teach me more about how to embrace my spiritual motherhood.
Oh, and St Ann, don't think for one minute you are off the hook; I still plan to call on you too :)

If any one would still like a saint for this coming year, there are plenty left.

Comments are always welcome at The Front Porch.

Closing Prayer

Psalm 45: Canticle of Love to the King

My heart overflows with a good theme;
I address my verses to the King;
My tongue is the pen of a ready writer.
You are fairer than the sons of men;
Grace is poured upon Your lips;
Therefore God has blessed You forever.

Gird Your sword on Your thigh, O Mighty One,
In Your splendor and Your majesty!
And in Your majesty ride on victoriously,
For the cause of truth and meekness and righteousness;
Let Your right hand teach You awesome things.
Your arrows are sharp;
The peoples fall under You;
Your arrows are in the heart of the King’s enemies.

Your throne, O God, is forever and ever;
A scepter of uprightness is the scepter of Your kingdom.
You have loved righteousness and hated wickedness;
Therefore God, Your God, has anointed You
With the oil of joy above Your fellows.
All Your garments are fragrant with myrrh and aloes and cassia;
Out of ivory palaces stringed instruments have made You glad.
Kings’ daughters are among Your noble ladies;
At Your right hand stands the queen in gold from Ophir.