I am very seldom ever without my scapular. My husband died with his scapular in place, and they left it on him. He was buried in it. I explain to people that they are not “magic,” but serve as reminders that we are consecrated to Our Lady, to help us remember to resist temptation. I think of the brown wool as a miniature “habit,” and try to remember when I was consecrated — As a child, at my first Holy Communion, as a member of the Sodality of Our Lady in high school; then again as a member of Militia Immaculata.
Great testimony! Thanks.