On my 30th birthday, I broke my arm. It’s all documented, because on my 30th birthday I was also blogging. As I read back through the posts, I see how I struggled to stay positive, how I finally asked for help, how I battled PoorMe. It’s pretty interesting to see God at work — who would have thought a broken arm was a blessing?
I laughed then and I laugh now, because all I wanted that year for my birthday was lunch with my husband. I didn’t dive down the stairs to get it, but I did get lunch with my husband. 🙂
Somehow, the story of my broken arm seemed appropriate for this week’s column on Mary, Mother of Perpetual Help. There’s a lot of story that goes along with this title, full of drama and miracles, but that’s not what struck me.
In Mary’s gaze, I see a sister-in-arms and a mother-who’s-waiting. Jesus’ feet are curled and He just jumped into Mary’s arms, giving me an example of what I should do when I’m scared or worried.
The column is up at Today’s Catholic Woman. Enjoy!
Mother of Perpetual Help image from The Church of St. John the Baptist
