A foot of snow lies on top of the a lichen splotched stone wall standing waist height, curving from the door of the dining room around to the stone hut with a chalet roofed Grotto to Mary.
I see part of her in the grotto but she also stands here in the dining room, in the corner by the window.
She watches me and I feel her presence. I wonder if my way to love him is to also love her and ask her help to lead me to him?
Does she stand for someone in my life whom I should honor first? Does she me remind me to consider my marriage? I think of the first miracle of Jesus, the wedding at Cana. She urged him then to step into his calling. Does she urge me to remember my calling and understand the role of the first woman in my life. Someone who would teach me, support me, encourage me, push me? It is she.
I know I am resistant to being vulnerable and open to receive the gifts offered. I seek to burn them out of me.
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