It all began with growing up in a faith-filled family. Saturday mornings – a time when most kids would be with their parents at the beach or park. Yet, I was in the middle pews at the Novena Church with my parents, attending the Novena Services - having to memorise and say the novena prayers.
My COVID-19 ordeal started four days after I arrived home from the UK at the end of March. I was not tested on arrival, so the moment I got home, I disinfected my luggage and self-isolated in my room as not to put the other six members of my household at risk.
In Spring of 1916, the Angel of Peace appeared to three shepherd children, preparing them for what is to come. The Angel taught them some prayers. The following year, Our Lady appeared to the three shepherd children six times from May – October 1917.
In the last days of March, my son Jonathan tested positive for COVID-19 four days after he returned from London where he was doing postgraduate studies, and one day into the 14-day Stay Home Notice period my husband and I were serving because of our overseas trip.
“I am all yours, my Queen, my Mother, and all that I have is yours.” This line is what a Legionary says during our annual consecration to Mother Mary. We go up individually or in pairs to make our individual consecration of our lives to Mary.
I wondered if I could trust God with my desires. How can my marriage be fruitful? As a woman, I am called to bear life. My body is meant to bear life. So what happens then when my body cannot bear life like it’s meant to? Am I less of a woman because of this? I share a desire to mother, to nurture, to love. Where do I direct these desires to? To whom do I give them to?