I knew about the other woman in my dad's life as far back as elementary school. He was devoted to her. He visited with her every Tuesday evening and you could set your watch by the exact time he left home for the rendezvous.
All other evenings I would peek through the crack in his nearly closed bedroom door and here his whispering to her. I didn't understand their mysterious relationship back then. At father's funeral I spoke intimately of the long standing relationship between dad and the lady but I must admit I still didn't understand it.
Life comes at you fast and within a year of my father's death I found myself depressed and feeling alone. I missed him so it seems the world stopped for me and I wanted to get off.
This is how I came to fall in love with the woman my dad adored. She is known by many names but most know her as Mary, the mother of Jesus. I call her my" blessed mother" for whom I have learned will intercede for you in any cause. Her help is perpetual.
Through novenas and devotions to her, my life has been one of blessings and even miracles. In honor of her good works, I have her statue in front of my house, a picture of her exposed heart hang in my dining room and her "icon" watches over me as I sleep.
Have you ever noticed a statue of her in someones yard? Have you seen a picture of her or her and Jesus in a person's home? Maybe you have spied a someone with a string of beads mumbling prayers to themselves. They are saying the rosaries, a prayer of intense love and devotion to her.
Know that if you've ever witnessed the above, something miraculous has happened in someones life. Have you ever heard of these things and often wondered what was going on?