Leaning to pray

It has been over the last several weeks that Our Father has been both a great comfort and heartache. Since it was the prayer I was taught by mom when I was little. Being one of the many things that would be said as I was being tucked into be at night. So, it has been many times when at Mass that the tears come and I try to hold them back. Yet, holding the tears I end up losing and the come the tears. It is in trying hold back the tears that the memories come rushing back of my mom trying one more time to say the words to this prayer but was not able too. It was then that I understood that it was my mom who, in her own way, set the course for where I am now. Her understanding that one day I would find the comfort and joy in faith. That I had to fight to make my own and to share with others. Many times in a quite way. By working with people with developmental or the homeless. Even by just being there for friends in thier times of need. Yet, it is in knowing that it started with a prayer and hope of a mother that I will always keep with me. The memory of her saying one last time;
"Our Father, Who art in Heaven, hallowed be Thy name; Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done on earth as it is in Heaven. Give us this day our daily bread; and forgive those who trespass against us; and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. Amen"