I once was broken. But Mother Mary helped me to gather up the pieces and glue them back together.
I have known loss, betrayal, misunderstanding, and pain. But I have also known love, loyalty, understanding, and healing.
My Mother has held me in her arms, countless times since I became hers through the consecration. Each time that I rip myself away from her, she welcomes me back, as I run to her arms, crying, knowing that I have betrayed her, knowing that I have broken her heart, but that she will always accept me back, and will lead me to her Son. It is Mother Mary that grabs me when I turn away from this path that I walk, towards her Son. When I am fearful, and think myself unworthy, she grabs my arm, turns me towards her, and holds my face in her hands and tells me–“you are worthy, you are beautiful, you are beloved, and I just want to give you to my Son, because you deserve Love.”–It is Mary that helps me to stay true to my path, to never leave the faith, and who leads me to have such great friends who will tell me the same thing.
There is a woman–a friend of mine named Ghillie, who is very dear to my heart, in the year and three-ish months that I have known her, we have grown to be extremely close friends. She belongs to Mother as well, and Mother uses her in my life often. Whenever I am unable to listen to Mother directly, Ghillie is there, telling me to shut my face, suck it up, and run to Jesus. All with love of course. That is one thing that I love most about Ghillie– all of her actions, whether they be little or big, mundane or exceptional, she does them with love. Even if she doesn’t realize it. It is what is beautiful about her relationship with Christ and Mary. They shine through her, and make her actions shine with their love.
Another friend of mine, coincidentally through Ghillie, one of my “big sisters” is very much the same way. But in her own way. She is logical, and extremely intelligent. Patient and kind. Always willing to listen. These are the examples that I have of my Mother. These are the ones who Mother has given me to help me glue the pieces back together when they fall apart. It is these women who Mother uses to tell me that I am worthy, beautiful, loved, and that I deserve the world–even when I don’t feel it. It is these women who Mother has chosen for me to trust with my life. These women whom Mary has chosen for me to walk with on the path towards her Son, with her watching over us, emanating the love and joy that we bring to her with our every day musings.
It is these women–my big sisters– who pick up the pieces of myself that are forgotten, and who brush the dirt off of them, and place them back together–with crazy glue–so that they will never fall off again.
With the greatest love that their hearts can bear.
I once was broken, but Mother Mary helped me to gather up the pieces, with a little help from my friends, and glue them back together again.