One of his earliest memories was of his mother praying for his two oldest brothers who were fighting in World War II. Of course communications were not what they are today, so for the most part you just had no idea where someone was or what was happening. She prayed: "Please bring my sons home."
Years later, three of her sons were fighting in horrible conditions in the conflict in Korea. And she prayed again: "Please bring my sons home."
My almost six-year old son processed into the sanctuary with a pink flower to present to Mary for the May Crowning. He sat with his class near me. I watched his face as I listened to the priest speak about his mother and the prayers she found herself making for her sons, not once, but in a simply cruel machination of the universe, twice.
I cannot even go to the place where I imagine myself in that position. Tears welled up and my heart broke for her, for both of my grandmothers, and for all mothers everywhere who have prayed: "Please bring my sons home."
Yesterday, I prayed for peace. It seems sometimes to be such a naive prayer, but yesterday I prayed it fervently.
For my sons and for your sons, I prayed for peace.
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Great post. Great message.
Get on your prayer bench at 4 am pretty much every day and you will mostly likely find me there. Lots to pray about.
Beautiful Amy. Such a brilliantly simple and strong message.
Aww... this is absolutely beautiful. As a mother of 3 sons and one more on the way, it really touched me.
Thank you for this today!
best,
Audrey
Pinks & Blues
www.pinksandblues.com
THank You. For all the mothers out there who need it whether they have sons or not.
Beautiful post Amy. (Sorry I've not been around much... life is crazy busy.)
Last night, our school had a Celebration of the Arts (they're doing the crowing of Mary on Mother's Day. I'm so confused.) and the final song was "God Bless the USA." They had it set up so that a row of boys stood up at that point in the lyrics (I don't really know the song, but it was popular during the first Gulf War, which pretty much made me sick right there), and I was affected more than I would have expected. I understand "support the troops," but I really prefer Peace. Thanks for a moving post.
I hope that by the time our sons are that age, we won't even have to worry about the possibility of 'peace.' I hope it will be a way of life . . .
One can hope, right?
This was beautiufl.
Amen.
beautiful
Two years ago, my husband's mother died, unexpectedly, a month after his father did. And last weekend, we learned that my husband's brother will be leaving for Iraq in three months. His mom won't be here to pray for him, so we're glad that those like you are....great post.
Two years ago, my husband's mother died, unexpectedly, a month after his father did. And last weekend, we learned that my husband's brother will be leaving for Iraq in three months. His mom won't be here to pray for him, so we're glad that those like you are....great post.
Two years ago, my husband's mother died, unexpectedly, a month after his father did. And last weekend, we learned that my husband's brother will be leaving for Iraq in three months. His mom won't be here to pray for him, so we're glad that those like you are....great post.
Thank you for sharing and thank you for your prayers. As a sister, cousin and friend to many of our service men and women I know many mothers, wives, and families that pray constantly for the safe return of our troops.
Your words are beautiful
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