Today, at
the church, I approached the grotto to give thanks.
There were other women standing or kneeling there.
There were other women standing or kneeling there.
One lady was praying fervently to Mother Mary with her head devoutly covered.
The more I
looked at her, the more I identified with her need and desperation.
I could hear
her heart cry out.
God had once
shown me what it was like to ‘feel your heart cry out’.
I forgot
what I wanted to say and offered a silent prayer for this lady’s prayers to be
answered.
Amen
