My dad was devoted to St. Pio of Pietrelcina, and St. Pio was devoted to prayer.
Today, on his feast day, I remember Pop, and offer you this brief prayer composed by Padre Pio:
May Jesus comfort you
in all your afflictions.
May He sustain you in dangers,
watch over you always with His grace,
and indicate the safe path
that leads to eternal salvation.
And may He render you
always dearer to His Divine Heart
and always more worthy of Paradise. Amen.
Do it.
Ok, that’s two words. Do it anyway.
It turns out that the more you pray, the more you pray. And then you get better at it.
Pray for yourself. For what you need. For what you desire. For what grieves you.
Pray for others.
That right there is the ticket. When you pray for others, something happens to you, too. That offering of love comes back to you. It’s a gift of grace.
It’s also an action, and you have to make the choice, the commitment, to pray. Choose well.
Pray.
Hey there! Here’s a little reflection on going to Mass while on vacation. With picture goodness!
I brushed sand off the back of my husband’s pants as we walked up the steps to enter the little beach-community church for Mass last week. I realized I ought to do the same. We were staying at a house right on the sand, and it was impossible to get to the car without dredging through sand, no matter how hard we tried.
Read the rest of Finding Home on Vacation at CatholicMom.com
