To a woman my fellow widows at church think that I am brave. Brave to travel alone, brave to drive long distances in a motor home, brave to leave to comfort of my home. I am NOT brave! I just refuse to let my fear stop me from living.
Driving the Oregon Coast Line on the 101 was an exhilarating and terrifying drive. The vistas were breath taking, so were the curves and drop offs. I know that Our Blessed Mother had to be there as the Hail Marys were flying off my lips. I asked her to keep track of the decades as I was too busy keeping us in our lane and on the road.
I called on the Blessed Mother again as the wind was a steady 20 knots with gusts that moved me all over the road in the middle of no where. If I had been on the boat, S/V Dragonheart would have been dancing in the waves and all would have been well. Motor homes tend not to right themselves when knocked down.
Being brave doesn't mean that you have to go it alone. In fact, Our Lord has given us a cadre of Saints and Angels to call on when we need help. I believe in their powerful intercession. It is the intercession of the saints that make being Catholic so wonderful. We have friends. We have friends in high places! I go to those friends when in need. I can't wait to meet them. Many of us have formed long lasting relationships. Some saints are new relationships. But when in deepest trouble, when paralyzed by fear I know that The Blessed Virgin, my Mother is always there. She helps me to stand up straight and tall when I want to curl up in a little ball of fear. She comforts me in my sorrow.
So be brave...you are not alone.
Lord,
You know my deepest secret fears,
Help me to face them,
confident in Your Love.
Remind me of my friends,
the angles and saints; who
truly are my helpers.
Thank you for the gift of
Our Mother.
~Cindy
