Blogger at Prayer

That is another two shifts at the coalface redd up and it wasn’t too bad.

I dreaded going in on Tuesday evening and could feel a stress-related illness coming on. But I didn’t want to do THAT so I prayed instead. You might be wondering to yourself – I didn’t know Nelly was into that sort of thing – and up to a point, you’d be right. Are you even more perturbed to hear that the prayer I said was one I learned from my infant school Mrs Magee who was the nearest to a saint that I’ve ever known? And human too which is always nice.

So the prayer I said is called “The Memorarae” and it goes like this –

Remember oh most gracious Virgin Mary…

(Virginity oooh-er, not very realistic but hey it’s her title and I’m a Virgo myself and I used to be a virgin so it resonates for me.)

..that never was it known that anyone who plead thy help or sought thy intercession was left unaided.

(That’s faith, that is. Always an important element of self-help)

Inspired with this confidence I fly unto thee oh Virgin of Virgins my Mother….

(At this bit I really do feel calmness and confidence flow through me. It’s a mantra)

…. to thee do I come, before thee I stand, sinful and sorrowful…

(I am not worthy so I repent and become worthy. Very papist)

Oh Mother of the Word Incarnate, despise not my petition but in thy mercy hear and answer me. Amen

(That’s the goddess bit. I’m not really a catholic; I’m a pagan praying to the Goddess.)

And truly, truly it always works for me. However I have to have an outcome in mind. There is no way of knowing that prayers are answered unless there is an outcome and this is always mine.

To have the strength to bear whatever happens.