I was a child stuck on my path toward Marian Consecration. I could see Mary and the Lord so close on that path but unreachable miles from where my own thoughts had led me. Up ahead, they stood side by side, arms around one another and opened to welcome me. Long, flowing robes made it impossible for me to see where the Lord’s body ended and Mary’s began. Confusion and doubt made it impossible for me to take a step in any direction.
I was a child of divorce. I’d fought hard to trust God and embrace Joy. To give all of myself to someone, even God (or maybe it was especially God), hadn’t been easy. Marian Consecration asked me to give all of myself to Mary when I knew I could give all of myself only to God. By choosing Mary would I be choosing to impose the very betrayal of divorce I despise on My Creator, on My Savior?Continue Reading