I remember, as a child, my sister would get so frustrated attempting to undo a knot in her shoes. She'd basically hurl the shoe at our mother and say "Ugh, fix this!" and my Mom would quickly untie the laces. I sometimes catch myself doing the same thing with John. Instead of laces, though, it's typically jars of sauce, sippy cup lids, or new bottles of apple juice. I get so frustrated with my inability to open these things that I basically toss the confounded things at him with a disgusted, "Open this before I take a hammer to it!"
I always feel a mix of laughter and irritation at the ease in which he opens the things I toss at him. I laugh because I realize immediately how stupid my anger was, and I'm irritated because it seemed so dang easy for John to do after all the struggling I endured. Ah well. It would be good to remember that Jesus is capable of handling even the toughest of jars, and with a lot more efficiency than John. Ha. So in all honestly, I think I'll be keeping this prayer about me a lot more often. It certainly gives me peace of mind considering their source. :)
Though not my favorite painting of Our Lady, the title and the imagery used is definitely a top 10 contender. :)