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Monday, December 5, 2011

Mosaic Monday and day 5 of Faces of Mary

The Advent Season is here and we are into the preparations for the beautiful holiday of the celebration of the Birth of Jesus.

Family time is so precious that everyone is making their home ready for all the celebrations.

My mosaic is just shots of things around the house in preparations of the visiting, laughing, loving and favorite goodies.
This will be my first Christmas with the diagnosis of diabetes and my niece made me a cake with Splenda.

It looks like our weather is going to be wet with rain for a few more days and then the possibility of snow enters the forecast.
I love snow for Christmas day but hate to think of folks having to go out to work and other things during the rough weather.
HH and I are so happy to be in retirement and can just enjoy the everyday things going on.

Go here to visit with the other MM with Mary

 Day 5 of Mornings with Mary.
The many stories and faces of Mary the Mother of Jesus.

Courtsey of the web.

When I was a little girl I had my very own statue of Mary just exactly like the one above.
It actually belonged to our mom but I liked to think of it as mine as I was on my knees daily pouring my broken heart out to her.

One day in 1945 I came home and there was a for sale sign in the yard where we lived.

We didn't own the house, just rented.
My mother and father never did own anything.

My father was an alcoholic and not good about taking care of his family.

Being so young I knew things were bad but in December 1945 my mom told my sister and I that we were going to live with her mother and father and dad was not coming along.
I was totally shocked.

I cried for days.
Why did I love this man that everyone said was no good?

He was my dad.

On the bottom of that statue of Mary I wrote,
December 22, 1945.
That was the date that we left.
I cried and cried for days, weeks, months and years.

I will never forget that day.

I don't even remember what happened to that statue.
I do not have it now but
December 22 1945 
is etched on my heart forever.

My dad died in 1984 after owning his own antique business, being sober for 15 years and had a new family.
I had prayed to Mary every day of my life for 39 years that he would reach sobriety and even after he died I was so used to that daily prayer I continued to pray for years before it finally hit me.

My prayers had been answered.
Now I am at peace with my father's and my family's fate in life.

We all have our own journey to make and even though our journeys overlap and can cause heartache, time, love and forgiveness heals all wounds.

Our Lady Mother of Sorrows.

Go here for more Marys


GrandmaK said...

A tasty looking mosaic! Yummy! Still raining here too!!!! Just left GA and they need the rain! Now we're looking at an all time record high! Whew! Have a grand day! Cathy

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Daniella said...

I love hearing your stories! They are all so wonderful!
Excellent post!

Thoughtfully Blended Hearts said...

Such a nice post...the realization that your prayers have been answered is an epiphany that is often overlooked. Have a beautiful day despite all the rain!!!

The Woodwife said...

Such a truly touching story. You need to get yourself another statue just like that and write the date on the bottom too.

ArtMuseDog and Carol said...

Wonderful photo collage ! Beautiful ~ Your story about your Dad leaving was very touching and I hope very healing for you ~ Lovely statue also ~ She does provide such comfort ~ hugs to you ~ namaste, CArol (A Creative Harbor) Happy VAD w/corazon

Paula Scott said...

Wow-what a powerful story of faith and perseverance. And, isn't it wonderful to have your prayers answered even if it did take a lot longer than you thought you could endure. Along with all the pain and heartache, peace came forward.

Her Speak said...

an incredible story. Miracles are in the mundane. Thank you for sharing this with us! <3

Hettienne said...

Today is the first time that I visit your blog as part of the Twelve Days of Mary. Your post touched me deeply. Our Lady has the power to heal all our wounds.

A Garden of Threads said...

Awesome mosaic, you are decorated for the season. It looks like rain here for a few days as well. Take care and enjoy the week:)

priti.lisa said...

What a story!
I wonder who has that Mary now?

Rudee said...

I can see clearly that Mary has been an integral part of your daily life. I wish you still had the one you wrote on, but perhaps she's bringing comfort to others now.

It must have been hard for you to wake up one day and find your life turned upside down.

(Queenmothermamaw) Peggy said...

Woodwife, I do have another statue, will always have a statue of Mary. I have learned from this to never call a persons life a failure until the last breath. I could never in all my hopes and dreams expected my father's life to come to such a victory in the human struggle, his and ours.

Mary Howell Cromer said...

All so lovely and yet the adevent wreath at the opening is just gorgeous!

*jean* said...

thank you for sharing your story...

Lenora said...

This looks like the Madonna my grandfather had in his car window - sweet childhood memories!

rebecca said...

dear one,

thank you for your candor in sharing what was to be a defining moment of your life. i am so sorry for the child who cried disparately for her father and so proud of the woman who never gave up on wanting healing and goodness for him.
so many twists and turns in the journey of our lives. some challenges are so heartbreaking they lean upon our hearts with an intensity we fear we may never rise above. i love your testimony to faith, courage, and compassion. i love hearing that your father was able to find himself. my hope is that we will all rise to this vantage point of wanting always the highest and best good for each other.
so glad you are here!

mary said...

Beautiful!! Love Mama Mary and I think I can't love one and ignore the other or vice versa ^_^


Vee said...

Yes, we all have our heartaches. Were you able to reconcile with your father even though he had a second family? How wonderful that you "prayed him through." I can imagine that things were very unsettled for a while. Amazing that you remember with clarity the date.

Fran aka Redondowriter said...

Your story is a sad one, hard for a kid to deal with, but I'm glad your dad was able to find sobriety and was kinder to his second family. How I wish you could find that long-ago Mary with the date etched on her.

Noelle Renee said...

When you were a very young girl, you lost your father. You and your mother and sister packed up, left and moved away from him. There is a deep and powerful loss in that kind of separation, particularly at such a young age.It is very much like a death. Your prayers for your father's sobriety were selfless and loving in the face of all that had happened to you and your family. I am glad that you found solace in the fact that your father reached sobriety, and that you have also come to terms with what happened. His having another family must have been painful as well. I am sorry that all of this caused you such grief and that the memory does to this day. Your sharing it with us is a mark of true courage and one more step toward self healing.
Peace and Light,

Magical Mystical Teacher said...

What a bittersweet story...but the sweetness of answered prayer outweighs the bitterness of heartache. Amen!

Affectionate Madonna