Blessed Mother, The Virgin Mary, Queen of Heaven, whatever you want to call her, she is arguably the most beloved woman of all time.
In case you didn’t know, I ADORE Mary. She is the namesake of my daughter, my favorite song is Ave Maria, and the first thing I do when I’m afraid is pray the rosary.
Please forgive my cheesy 90’s pop culture reference but, there is in fact something about Mary!
“Mommies are the best,” is a line I frequently state in my household, and let’s face it, Mary is the world’s ultimate mommy.
I’ve always had an affinity towards Mary when I pray. For some reason the trinity intimidates me but when I think of Mary, I feel safe. As a little girl not able to fall asleep my mother told me to pray the Hail Mary. I had the honor of representing Mary in my third grade Christmas pageant, and I can still remember rushing home to tell my mother and our shared excitement over the privilege.
Through all my anger with God for taking away my daughters, I have never once felt angry towards Mary. I feel a kinship with her, a connection I cannot explain. As I write this I realize, how can I doubt God, if I don’t doubt Mary? Perhaps I need to think about that a little longer.
So how can I explain my affinity for the Virgin Mary? Well, if I were to rip of Taylor Swift’s Karma, it would go something like this…
‘Cause Mary is my homegirl.
Mother of our God
Mary gets me like she is one of my girlfriends.
Mary lived the life that we ought.
Her type of grace just can’t be taught.
Always listening, and up for a chat.
Cradled in her lap ‘cause she loves me.
Noble and she’s always got my back.
Me and Mary vibe that like.