Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Mary's vapor rub

Mary, Our Guide
"Mary's vapor rub" by Elizabeth at Startling the Day

The "Bright Maidens" were originally three from the oft-mentioned, widely-speculated upon demographic of young, twenty-something Catholic women. Now, we all take up the cross to dispel the myths and misconceptions. Welcome!



Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee.

I picture Mary in heaven cleaning up toys, dislodging tiny G.I. Joes from the toughening pad of her foot, slowly acquiring a nursing/psych/spiritual guide degree, with stretch marks to match her under eye circles, like mothers around the world. If I could pick anyone to give me vapor rub for my soul, it would be her.

The world is the toy room, bruises, scrapes, and boo-boos show up on her children's souls, and her children around the world cry to her at night, stirring her awake.

Her soul magnifies the Lord for centuries so that He can reach more people who notice her motherly influence on their lives.  She is our mother, our comforter, and God's message deliverer.

The house in which I grew up loved her everyday. I knew the Hail Mary prayer as well as the Our Father, we had several pictures, rosaries, and one statue of her in the "fancy room." My parents needed her guidance in their lives, so they were happy to invite her into their homes.

When I was young, we went on a trip to Emmitsburg, MD, a small town where people said they saw Mary. I remember aiming the film camera at every corner of the house and grounds where she had allegedly appeared, praying that she might appear in the photo after development.
(I don't own the rights)

I don't know if that sighting has been made "official" by the Vatican, but the faith of my childhood was overwhelmed by the beauty of the possibility that I might see this woman I had called Mother throughout my life.

Shortly after that trip, when I was in fourth grade, I woke up one morning with a white pain in my right hip. I rolled off the bed, onto the floor and quickly learned I couldn't stand up because of the pain.

It was as if I had not awoken and I was in a dream wherein I could try with all of my dream-like strength, but the body to which I was tethered could not move.

Fear overwhelmed me and heaving tears came down my face as I crawled into the bustle of the hallway where I knew my parents would notice their first born daughter, scared and in pain.

With their help, thanks be to the Lord, I could stand and walk with the pain still searing in my hip. Doctors did tests, people prayed, I repeated my own name during the prayers for intercessions at Mass, and I watched my parents whisper with worry.

They thought it was Rheumatoid Arthritis and that I would be in a wheelchair by the age of sixteen.

The morning that we were to get the test results from the doctor, my mom rushed in my room with damp cheeks and an encouraged voice and clasped around my neck her mother's Mary metal on a silver chain. She said Mary came to her in a dream and told her it would be good news from the doctor and not to be afraid.

For the first time in days, her head was actively floating above water. Mary, whether it was her or just the comfort that my mom knew she could find in her image, provided my mother with peace of mind. She rubbed the vapor jelly on her soul, reminding her that she was not alone.
(I don't own the rights)

The renewing dream was correct and the doctors concluded that I had contracted streptococcus in my hip joint. I needed some antibiotics and a few weeks for the pain to subside.

I doubt I knew how serious that episode could have been; I was excited to miss school for that appointment.

Mary provided my mother with the magnifying reminder that anxiety is the opposite of grace. The episode awoke the faith in my parents and my sisters and I grew and learned from it.

The comfort and wisdom that Mary used to assure Jesus that it was time for his first miracle guides us today. Because we know she lived life as a mother, she lost like a mother, and Jesus declared her our mother while on the cross, she leads us to a path to Him when we need it.

10 comments:

Christine said...

I remember going to Maryland--it was the prolife place, was it not?

D. Osorio said...

Thank you for sharing this. The beautiful image that you bring helps a lot in terms of healing and feeling better the presence of Our Lady in our lives. Blessings!

Anthony S. Layne said...

That's a wonderful story, Elizabeth! My devotional life was late a-blooming, so my mental image of her is less the warm, enveloping mother as it is the warm, enveloping favorite aunt. But this line is still great: "If I could pick anyone to give me vapor rub for my soul, it would be her."

Unknown said...

Oh wow, I like that: anxiety is the opposite of grace. A good reminder. Thank you for sharing, E!

Liesl said...

...anxiety the opposite of grace...

Definitely need to remember that, as I am very anxious searching for a job and trying to figure out my living situation!

vercfamily said...

That must have been really frigtening for your parents. I am so glad you Mom felt peace through Mary...and that everything turned out ok!

Anonymous said...

This is very interesting! Thank you for sharing!

Marc Cardaronella said...

Wow! Great story! Mary really was a vapor rub of comfort to your mom huh?

She really does take care of us!

Mary @ A Simple Twist Of Faith said...

What a wonderful story, miracles are in our every day lives, we must have eyes to them.

not a minx, a moron, or a parasite said...

"Mary provided my mother with the magnifying reminder that anxiety is the opposite of grace." That's such a powerful line!

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