Storm Heaven 2!

Mihi autem absit gloriari, nisi in cruce Domini nostri Jesu Christi - Gal. vi.14

Here's an earlier post, on storming heaven :) with of course our prayers and all the masses you can. :)

I need some help, O all ye dear readers of this blog.
Your humble blogger requests your assistance.

She got news that her cousin, Irene, who has Leukaemia and is now undergoing chemotheraphy has taken a slight turn for the worst and might become blind because the blood vessels behind her eyes has burst.

Please pray for her that she might know our Dearest Lord et our Dearest Mother Mary more intimately for she is not Catholic yet, even though her brother is. She is slowly, day by day, getting to know our Lord and now, since last night, our dear Mother Mary, I hope, but she needs all the prayers and support she can get. Please do pray for her.

Jesus, Mary, I love Thee, Save Souls!

p/s:

and now, on the commemoration of St. Benedict (yesterday),

Your blogger spent a nice long day in the lab until 7plus in the evening. She got the call from her daddy about her cousin. And then when on the way to the hospital, she got news that another cousin has just given birth. ;) Here's the picture of a beautiful newborn Charlotte, half an hour or more after she came out of her mother's womb.

Deo gratias et Mariae! :)

And now, dear dinner awaits.

Have a good Lent! :)

Juxta crucem tecum stare,

Et me tibi sociare

In planctu desidero

By the †cross with thee to stay,

There with thee to weep and pray,

Is all I ask of thee to give.

(From the Stabat Mater)

Mary from Thy Sacred Image ...

Mary from thy Sacred Image with those eyes so sadly sweet

Mother of Perpetual Succour see us kneeling at thy feet

In thine arms thy Child thou bearest;

Source of all thy joy and woe;

What thy bliss, how deep thy sorrows,

Mother thou alone canst know.

On thy face He is not gazing,

Nor on us is turned His glance

For His anxious look He fixes

On the Cross and Reed and Lance

To thy hands His hands are clinging

As a child would cling in fear,

Of that vision of the torments

Of His Passion drawing near.

And for Him thine eyes are pleading

While to us they look and cry:

"Sinners spare my Child your Saviour,

seek not still to crucify."

Yes, we hear thy words sweet Mother,

But poor sinners we are weak;

At thy feet thy helpless children

Thy Perpetual Succour seek.

Succour us in clouds of sadness;

Hide the light of heaven above;

Hope expires and faith scares lingers;

And we dare not think we love.

In that hour of gloom and peril,

Show to us thy radiant face,

Smiling down from thy loved Image,

Rays of cheering light and grace.

Succour us when stormy passion,

Sudden rise within the heart.

Quell the tempest, calm the billows,

Peace secure to us impart.

Through this life of weary exile

Succour us in every need;

And when death shall come to free us,

Succour us ah! then indeed.

p/s:

Deo gratias et Mariae, I'm still surving here I guess :)

Please do pray for me, I haven't been so busy since I started term.

With all the tests and the assignments, Midterms ... lol, the usual! ;)

But nonetheless, Deo gratias et Mariae, for everything, for everything!