• September 18, 2012

What the Pilgrimage meant to me ...

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Katie I. – Former Heart’s Home Volunteer

"At the end of the Rosary, I stood just below the shrine to hand out a prayer card to each pil­grim who approached, so I was able to see their faces during this inti­mate moment. As I watched each of our friends come up to offer a white rose for our Blessed Mother, the moment was so full of her pres­ence! One woman in par­tic­ular touched my heart in a way that is hard to describe. It was as though enfolded in the petals of her rose laid every one of her long­ings, secrets, fears, suf­fer­ings, desires, hopes, and prayers. She offered her whole self in this one moment. I could see in her eyes that she knew that this was too much to hold; she knew that her suf­fer­ings were too deep, her hopes too high, her prayers too little; she knew that she was so loved and so unworthy all at the same time; but she knew in this moment, too, that her Blessed Mother of Compassion, this beloved Lady of Sorrows, only wanted to hold all of her sor­rows, take up in her arms all of her fears, crosses, and hopes, just as she held her beloved Son at the foot of the cross. This, truly, is our mis­sion!

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