"Most Holy Sacred Heart of Jesus, help my heart to persevere in all that is holy."
Ok y'all, I'm about to tell you one of those stories that is too incredible to be made up. St. Rita is the patron saint of lost causes, so I've decided to claim her as one of my new favorites. I'll take all the help I can get for my crazy self.
St. Rita's early life was not particularly different from any other...but that was not to last. After a series of events where she got married, had two sons, watched all three of them pass away due to various circumstances and then tried to join a religious community three times...she was finally accepted through a miraculous event. God moved her into the monastery Himself, like through the wall. Suddenly, the nuns were all, come on in. Because I mean, you don't argue with miracles.
Once she was accepted she was known for being humble and performing harsh penances. As she knelt praying at one point, she asked to share in the suffering of our Lord. Take this as a reminder to be careful what you ask for...a thorn from His very own crown was then placed into her forehead and was unable to be removed. She quickly contracted gangrene, and had to be separated from her community for the next 15 years.
Upon realizing that this woman was something special, Pope Nicholas IV invited her to the Vatican, on the condition that her wound healed. She strongly desired to go and, yeah, believe it or not...heal it did...but only for the duration of the trip. God is seriously so cool, right?
Y'all, I want to be one of those kind of saints. The kind that asks for suffering, and bears it patiently. In all reality, most of the time I'm just hoping and praying that my road will be easy. I get a little grumpy when He doesn't seem to be on board. Our sufferings may not(aka, likely will not,) include a thorn directly from the crown of Jesus. But I would be willing to bet that you have everyday sufferings. No matter how small they seem in the whole scheme of things...they're worth offering up.
So next time I'm REALLY craving Chick-fil-a on a Sunday, or my co-worker is telling yet ANOTHER annoying story, or my favorite shoes are starting to get a hole in them (all serious tragedies clearly)...I'm going to try and think of St. Rita. I think she pretty much takes the prize for knowing how to suffer for our Lord. So let's offer up the tiny pin pricks of each day this week, k? K.
PS- She has a kick butt novena that I'm adding to my favorites, go check it out here!