Our Lady Made of Steel, Heart of Love

Today we visited Our Lady of the Millennium Statue at a nearby parish. Eight thousand pounds of Steel and Compassion, well, it took our breath away.

We picked our intentions and my HH led a prayer, as we all squinted up at her serene face: a mixture of strength, compassion and peace. It struck me at the moment we began to walk to our van, that truly she is our example of those mixed attributes God gives all women: the strength of steel, with the heart of love.

How often we find ourselves, as mothers, finding strength in the most unlikely places, and finding a way to rise to the surface. At times our tendency to rise, with the strength of a hundred men, forces us to cast aside our own femininity, our our softness. And in those moments, we can turn to Our Lady, ask for her lights, in how she remained compassionate, loving and kind, even in the most trying times.

There is so much that can harden us, so much that attacks us, only IF we allow it to penetrate us. Consider the Blessed Mother, in all her pain and wounded heart, she remains strong as steel, yet comfort for us all. It's a beautiful analogy to consider when placing ourselves at the service of those around us. Our convictions, rooted in truth and faith, can be strong, yet, there is that delicate balance that we can learn from Our Lady. She would have never let her convictions, leave a trail of wounded people behind her. It would be exactly that, HER CONVICTIONS, that allowed her to have compassion, and that serene face crafted for Our Lady of the Millenium. She has the strength of steel, and knowing that fact, allows her to be at peace. If I may quote Spiderman, the movie, "With great power comes great responsibility."

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