How the Blessed Mother Always Leads Us to Jesus.

As October comes to a close, we have spent the last three weeks looking at how the Blessed Mother’s trust — her fiat — is not our last effort but our first. We have looked at the mysteries through the lens of our own journey, entering into the life of Jesus and seeing how the divine truly walked with humanity through joys and sorrows. And we have reflected on what it means to ask Mary to pray for us sinners — to be entrusted to the one who loved in obedience, even when it cost her her only Son. But to quote a great story, “There’s some hope, Mr. Frodo, and that is always worth fighting for.”

The last recorded words of our Blessed Mother come early on in John’s Gospel. At the wedding in Cana, she says, “Do whatever He tells you.” Mary interceded without fear, knowing full well the cost of her petition. With her words — “Do whatever He tells you” — the hour began, and the choicest wine flowed from Jesus, a foretaste of the feast to come. In every decade of the Rosary, we return to that moment where heaven bends low and the ordinary is made holy. We stand as guests who have run dry, and through Mary’s eyes — through her hope — we recall the very life of God poured out for us. The Rosary becomes our way of walking back through that memory again and again — reliving the witness, finding grace in the ordinary, and discovering that even after the feast ends and the music fades, hope remains. Not the hope of wishful thinking, but the expectant hope of those who obey — the hope that transforms everything it touches.

When we pray the Rosary — from the first Our Father to the last Glory Be — we unite ourselves to that grace poured out from the Cross. Through the hope of Mary, we remember that even in the darkest nights, our Mother — His Mother — stood watch and waited with heavenly hope. And she still advocates for us, still calls forth for the very best wine, until the day we meet again at the eternal feast. As October comes to a close and autumn’s breeze yields to winter’s bite, do not forget the warmth of our patient Mother. Be it a single decade or a daily devotion, let her lead you into a life of hope.