Today I read the part called “Of the Great Confidence We Should Have in Mary, Because She is the Queen of Mercy,” and it made my heart feel warm all the way through.
Mini curled up right beside me while I read, and I told her, “You better listen too, Mini—this part is all about our Queen.” She wagged her little bottom like she always does when I talk to her, and then she laid her head right on my foot.
The book said that since Jesus is the King of Kings, then Mary, being His mother, is our Queen. But not just a Queen with crowns and thrones and fancy robes—she’s the Queen of Mercy. That means she’s always on our side, even when we’ve messed up really bad. It said God gave Mary the job of being the one who helps us and pleads for us, so we never have to be afraid to go to her.
There was one story about a woman named Mary (not Our Lady—just a lady named Mary) who lived a really sinful life and died alone in a cave. Nobody even buried her properly. But at the very end, she called on the Blessed Virgin, and Mary helped her! She helped her repent and even got her into Heaven. That made me want to cry and hug Mini tight. It means it’s never too late to go to Mary.
I read that even if someone has no one left to pray for them, Mary still will. Even if we feel too ashamed or afraid to look up, Mary is like Queen Esther in the Bible—she stands up for us, even when we don’t know how to ask for help ourselves. If we’re in the dens of lions and leopards—like that passage said—she’ll come into the dark and pull us out.
So tonight, when I say my prayers, I’ll ask Mary to always be my Queen, and I’ll promise to love her forever. Even if I ever get old and forget lots of things, I hope I never forget to say her name.
Love,
Kathy
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