Dear St. Scholastica

I missed St. Scholastica's feast day on the blog, but not in real life. Here at crazyacres, we have a great love for St. Scholastica. One of my daughter's has taken her name for confirmation. We are known to have large family gatherings here, and as most the people in our family have lots of children, we need the weather to cooperate. We also do an annual camping trip, as well as an annual trip to Six Flags. Again, the weather needs to cooperate. SO, our good St. Scholastica has never failed us when we asked her to pray to God for our weather concerns. Never. We just don't worry about the weather anymore, because we trust that the good God will give us just the right day. For example, Here is a story about answered prayers for our family regarding weather.

So, Dear St. Scholastica, sister to St. Benedict, thank you for your friendship. Thank you for showing us to love Our Lord, to trust Him, and to follow Him. Thank you for praying for us when we have important events, asking God's blessings upon us. Dear St. Scholastica, pray for us!

If you don't know why St. Scholastica has a particular fondness for weather, here is the reason:

"Scholastica, the sister of Saint Benedict, had been consecrated to God from her earliest years. She was accustomed to visiting her brother once a year. He would come down to meet her at a place on the monastery property, not far outside the gate.

One day she came as usual and her saintly brother went with some of his disciples; they spent the whole day praising God and talking of sacred things. As night fell they had supper together.

Their spiritual conversation went on and the hour grew late. The holy nun said to her brother, "Please do not leave me tonight; let us go on until morning talking about the delights of the spiritual life."

"Sister," he replied, "What are you saying? I simply cannot stay outside my cell."

When she heard her brother refuse her request, the holy woman joined her hands on the table, laid her head on them and began to pray. As she raised her head from the table, there were such brilliant flashes of lightning, such great peals of thunder and such a heavy downpour of rain that neither Benedict nor his brethren could stir across the threshold of the place where they had been seated. Sadly, he began to complain.

"May God forgive you, sister. What have you done?"

"Well, she answered, "I asked you and you would not listen; so I asked my God and he did listen. So now go off, if you can, leave me and return to your monastery."

So it came about that they stayed awake the whole night, engrossed in their conversation about the spiritual life. " (from Catholic-forum.com)
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