Happy Feast of the Immaculate Conception, y'all. Mary, under this title, is the patroness of my alma mater (and I know I'm biased, but really, given the name, the history, and the saintly children of Our Lady who've walked the grounds--Elizabeth Ann Seton being one of them--is there a school out there more suited to the term "loving mother?), and on this day in the past few years, I've had several extraordinary, transcendent times that bore tremendous joy and one exceedingly crappy, spiritual warfare-ridden time that ended in a breakdown. Each of them, I know, regardless of my emotional state, has been the result of binding myself to our mother in Heaven (more on that below), a promise that has borne such fruit in my spiritual life and my marriage and that I'd never take back, even when the battles are on.
So between those things, this day of Mary's conception, the day she was formed to crush the head of evil and to illuminate our path to her son, is one of the most meaningful days in the Church for me. In honor of her, to whom I'm immeasurably grateful to belong entirely, here's a collection of posts from the archives on all things Marian:
In which I call Mary a badass (sorry, just trying to capture the right sentiment!), and why there's nothing more beautiful than a man in love with Our Lady
One of the first posts I ever wrote, on looking to Our Lady when you're struggling with beauty and self-worth
What about you? I'd love to know what this day means to your spirituality and how you're walking with Our Lady this Advent! Thoughts?
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