Love Letter to Our Lady

Oh blessed mother. How I love you. For some reason, unknown to me, you have chosen to protect your little child and call her to your loving embrace. I love you so much my sweet mother, my holy Queen. I’m so grateful for you and all you have done for me. It is through your intercession that I’ve grown closer to your son, our savior. 

Oh sweet mother, teach me to be humble. Pray for me that our Lord, your holy son, will pour His grace and mercy upon me and give me the gift of humility. I feel so selfish asking for more gifts, He has blessed me so much already. But I know that the gifts I have are wasted if I do not have humility. 

Our father hates the proud. I hate the proud. It is the proud who crucified your son, mocked him, whipped him, watched as his flesh was ripped away during the scoring at the pillar. They conspired against him, fueled with jealousy and envy. This is what pride does to the soul. It leads to the death of a soul. 

How could anyone stand by and watch what they did to our Lord, your son, and rejoice in it? How did you dear mother, feel when you saw the horrific things they did to him. What did you say and think when you saw him carrying the cross? Here is the savior of the world, your son, bearing the weight of all our transgressions, and you, my holy Queen, witnessing the utter betrayal by those whom he came to save. Sitting at the foot of the cross watching your beloved son dying in the most horrific manner. I’m so sorry my Queen. My heart aches for you, for my Lord, my Patron Saint. And my brother, Saint John - whom became my brother when Jesus made you our Mother’s. 

I love you so much my Queen. I’m so thankful for your protection. I pray for the grace to always have you near. I pray that you always guide me closer to your son. I do not want to go back to where I was, only closer to you and to him. I love you my Queen. I truly do, from the bottom of my heart. I don’t know why you took pity on a poor little no one like me, but I’m so thankful you did. You chose me to share in the Carmelite, to wear the armor of the brown scapular and be under your protection forever more. And you could not have picked a more beautiful way to have me enrolled than on Mother’s Day, after confession and mass, with my husband by my side. I pray that you always watch over my husband, your knight. That you protect Him and guide him always, leading him straight to your son. Pray for us, holy mother. Ask your son to help us grow in holiness each day. I only desire to grow closer to you, my real family. I was chosen. I was called. Teach me to revere and love your son in a worthily manner. 

You told us at Fatima that the Father was offended. I never want to offend the Father ever again. Teach me where I do, so I can change. Help me to overcome my pride. To be humble like you. Teach me to love and trust as you did, holy Mother. Most of all, please do not leave my side. I am nothing without you and your son. I need you. I love you. Please don’t ever leave me. 

Create a clean heart in me o Lord. For I am nothing without you. You big, I little.