Mammy’s Birthday

It’s Mammy’s birthday today
and I’m off to Derry.
Everything I need is ready –
a cake and a card
in the boot
and plans for a birthday lunch
in my head.
Only one thing is missing –
our son
who has had to cancel
at the last minute
because of a bad cold.

As I drive along the Westlink
I think to myself,
“Well, looks like
it’s only me today!”

No sooner has that thought formed
than a realisation dawns –
I’m not on my own.
I have Jesus with me
along with my Guardian Angel.
So, really,
there are three of us in the car
driving to Derry
for Mammy’s birthday.

I smile to myself, relax
and sit back
to enjoy the journey.
(Sure how could I not
enjoy this journey
when I have such
excellent company??)

© Claire Murray, Mammy’s birthday 2024

Saint Joseph to the Rescue

Recently
we have had builders to the house
but at long last
the builders leave,
the walls dry-out
and it’s finally time
to paint the room.

Paul dons his painting clothes,
dilutes his paint
and the work begins.

All the awkward bits
are painted first –
the corners of the room,
along the ceiling
and along the skirting board.
Everything is going swimmingly.

Then it’s time
for painting the main parts
of the walls.
It doesn’t take long
to apply the first coat.
But as the paint begins to dry,
we can see
that it’s drying unevenly,
giving the wall
a dappled appearance
of white and grey.

Oh dear!

Three days
and several coats of paint later
the wall looks every bit
as patchy as before.

We are hugely disappointed.

I head off to bed
for a snooze
and as I drift off to sleep,
I pray to Saint Joseph.
He was a craftsman,
skilled in carpentry
and resourceful
when work didn’t quite go
according to plan.
Could he help Paul
to sort out the patchy walls?
Please???

Thirty winks later
I dander into the room
to inspect the state of the painting
and there, right before me,
is a perfectly painted wall!
Paul stands beside me, grinning.

“What did you do?” I ask him.
“Nothing!” replied Paul.
“I prayed to Saint Joseph”, I explain.
“So did I!” said Paul.

So there you have it –
Saint Joseph coming to the rescue
to help us out
with painting problems
in our wee house.

Isn’t that wonderful?
And isn’t Saint Joseph wonderful?
(I reckon that Saint Joseph
simply doesn’t get the credit
that he deserves!)

© Claire Murray, Feast of St Joseph, 2024

Finding in the Temple

Patricia Saint John,
the Christian writer,
described how, in childhood,
she climbed to the top
of a beech tree
with her brother
and a family friend, Nora.

From this towering vantage point
Patricia could see her mother
doing something
at the foot of the tree
and called out,
“What are you doing
down there?”

“Praying that, if one of you falls”,
replied her mother,
“it’s not Nora!”

Patricia’s mother obviously felt
the weight of responsibility
that comes with
looking after someone else’s child.

This comes to mind today
as I pray The Finding in the Temple
while saying my Rosary.
I find myself wondering
how Our Lady must have felt
when Jesus went missing –
the terror of having lost
her own son,
coupled with the weight of responsibility
that comes with looking after
the long-awaited Messiah,
the Son of God!

But then Our Lady
was no ordinary woman –
she was a woman like no other,
specially chosen by God
and she had Saint Joseph
by her side.
Was he the voice of reason,
urging Our Lady to stay calm,
retrace her steps
and place her trust in God?

Our Lady and Saint Joseph –
two extraordinary people
chosen by God
to look after His son.
And now, when I think about it,
I reckon that God really couldn’t have chosen
more capable people
to bear the awesome responsibility
of caring His son,
now could He?

© Claire Murray, March 2024

Tollymore in Springtime

Life has been hectic for us recently
as building work progresses
at home –
early mornings, busy days,
chaos and noise all around
and decisions, decisions,
decisions!
It’s been non-stop
in our house!

But Saturday dawns
on this spring morning
and off we head
to Tollymore.

Green-tinted waters
of the Shimna River
tumbling by.

A sleek, black raven
silhouetted against a blue sky,
sounds his rumbling call
from a high tree top
before flying away,
his wings whoosh, whoosh,
whooshing
as he passes by.

Gentle winter sun
casting long shadows before us
as we walk
and bathing mountain tops
and tall conifers
in pale sunlight.
No need for jackets today!

A gentle walk
through Tollymore
on this sunny, springtime,
blue-sky day.
Relaxing, refreshing –
the perfect antidote
to the clamour and the chaos
of building work at home.

Thank You, Lord!

© Claire Murray, 24th February 2024