Inspired during my morning rosary -May 6, 2020

The sun is beaming. It’s a hot and arid day.  I’m walking up a dusty road to a simple house of mortar and stone. Mother Mary, you see me through your kitchen window– I’m pacing back and forth – hesitating to go in and see your son, Jesus.  You open your door and pull me into the doorway.  You give me a big hug and a gentle kiss on my forehead.  It is cool within the house and I feel refreshed. Without letting go of me, you walk me into your home and closer to Jesus.  Like a good mother who knows what’s best for me, you lightly nudge me towards Him, while assuring me that I will be “just fine”.  You start walking away back towards your kitchen – telling me to go on and speak with Jesus.  You whisper, “In the meantime, I’ll be right here preparing something special.”  I feel at ease as I begin to tell Jesus all the things in my heart.  My joys and sadness.  Some of the things I tell Him are difficult to say and I hesitate, but you catch my eye from where you stand in the kitchen.  “Go on, keep telling Him.  He loves you”, you say.  Jesus hears me out and I slowly rise – ready to leave.  Mother Mary reaches me before I make it out of the house, bringing me back into the warmth of her kitchen.  She has made a space for me, tea and freshly baked biscuits waiting on a table.  “Sweet daughter, sit.  I’m so glad you came in.”