Lady in Blue

Leg one of our trip had me in tears. Somewhere along the line, I became sensible enough to pray a rosary. This is the setup for part two.

Leg two of our trip and a particular lady kept showing up just when we needed her. She had extra snacks from her hotel breakfast when the kiddos were suddenly ravenous. She had a spare bag we could use to collect some trash. She had smiles. After a harrowing final 30 or so minutes (and a generally difficult trip), she told us (the adults) we did well and that we were troopers. When we were struggling at the baggage claim, she helped us to acquire the luggage carts we desperately needed.

I don't think I properly expressed my gratitude--I lacked the words--but I tried. I hope she knows.

I didn't catch her name, but she wore a blue shirt, because of course she was wearing blue--the colour of Our Lady.

Sure, maybe you could dismiss the whole thing as coincidence. But I can't. Experience would make a liar of me.

May God abundantly bless my lady in blue.

And...

Ave Maria, gratia plena, Dominus tecum.
Benedicta tu in mulieribus et benedictus fructus vetris tui, Iesus.
Sancta Maria, Mater Dei, ora pro nobis peccatoribus nunc et in hora mortis nostrae.
Amen.