Three of the first four Tuesdays of our Marian Consecration had been snowed out. I wondered if it was a sign and knew, if the fifth and final Tuesday was also snowed out, that would be the end of it for me. The snow stopped with just enough time for the final meeting before the Consecration to go on as scheduled. I didn’t think at the the time that the snow stopping might also be a sign. It couldn’t be coincidence, could it?
The meeting started at 7 pm in a Church 10 minutes away, and at 7 pm I was still in my kitchen. My oldest son was at college, but my other four boys were either home or needing rides so to return home soon. I had perfectly valid reasons for skipping this meeting where I was uncomfortable with what others were pledging allegiance to and where I now felt like a total outsider.Continue Reading