We made bread yesterday, a cottage loaf sprinkled with a dash of parmesan and paprika.
For St Zita, patron saints of housewives. St. Zita spent her life from age 12 until her death at age 60 as a servant in the household of the Sagrati family. Zita believed that “A servant is not pious if she is not industrious; work-shy piety in people of our position is sham piety.” One morning, when she had inadvertently over-stayed in church praying until sunrise, she hurried home to find the bread dough already prepared for the oven. She questioned every one, but no one would admit preparing the bread. It was soon evident that no human hands had shaped the loaves. A delicious fragrance surrounded them, and Zita became aware that angels had been at work while she prayed.
Patron of housewives? Would you say that I am a housewife?
The dictionary to hand defines a housewife as a married woman who manages her own household.
Well, that definitely describes a whole part of my life!
And it makes me think of Mary, Our Lady, praying and working. And loving.
If you put all the love of all the mothers into one heart it still would not equal the love of the Heart of Mary for her children. St Louis Mary de Montfort.