Breastplate of Saint Patrick
Christ with me
Christ before me
Christ behind me
Christ within me
Christ beneath me
Christ above me
Christ at my right
Christ at my left
Christ in my home
Christ in my travels by land
Christ in my travels by water
Christ in my travels by air
Christ in the heart
of everyone who thinks of me
Christ in the mouth
of everyone who speaks to me
Christ in every eye that sees me
Christ in every ear that hears me
As Lent progresses our resolve may dwindle. Let’s remember Jesus’ struggle carrying his cross and pick ourselves up and continue the journey that will lead us to Easter.
St. Ignatius Prayer
Teach us good Lord,
to serve you as you deserve,
to give and not to count the cost,
to fight and not to heed the wounds,
to toil and not to seek for rest,
to labor and not ask for any reward,
save that of knowing we do you will.
Like Simon we may find it hard to understand why we are called upon to help carry the cross. But if we meditate in Christ’s suffering, our cross becomes very light. I thank God for always being by my side to help me through my most trying moments.
It has been cold, snowy, icy and to maintain the impeccable record I held in Milwaukee – I have already taken my first slippery fall. I only need a very tiny patch of ice and I will meet the ground face to face. I was young and my bones were strong when I lived in Milwaukee. Now my daughter is petrified that I will fall again so I am being well guarded.
I love winter, but I must confess, I am looking forward to spring!
Twelve years ago today my mother died. She could be rather intense and it was no easy task being her daughter. She was also quite wonderful and courageous. Life was not easy for her, but she met it head on with humor and strength. I am certain I did not appreciate her fully. Both of her sons and a five year old grandaughter preceded her in death – the pain must have been unbearable. After all this time my sister and I still miss her.
What sorrow and grief Our Lady must have felt seeing her son so unjustly condemned. Her presence must have given Him such comfort. She comforts us in our trials of this life.
March, from the Très Riches Heures du Duc de Berry
The name of March comes from Latin Martius, the first month of the earliest Roman calendar. It was named for Mars, the Roman god of war who was also regarded as a guardian of agriculture and an ancestor of the Roman people through his sons Romulus and Remus