O reader, I share all these memories of my heart so you know how real were my sorrows and how true is the help that I will provide for you in your sorrows.
One day, Jesus came and said, “Mother, I must leave. This voice of my Father within has stirred me to go to the Jordan, where John is baptizing. There, my work will begin”. Ever since my visit to Elizabeth, I knew it would be this way. John would be the door to Jesus’ ministry. John would go ahead of him. When I heard the news of John baptizing at the Jordan, I knew the time was at hand, and my heart was prepared for this departure. Yet, this did not make the loss any easier. The home at Nazareth would be empty now. Joseph was dead and Jesus was leaving. I had only memories, thousands of memories of joyful years.
Life at Nazareth
Our home was like heaven. No sin entered there. We all lived this mystery of Jesus. His holiness, his miraculous conception and the great mystery of his call for Israel was always in our thoughts. No one in Nazareth would notice us. We were Jews, faithful to the Torah and to the synagogue. Jesus assumed no special role. He was known as a carpenter, faithfully fulfilling his daily work. Only I saw what was within his heart.
How many times we spoke. He shared the mysteries taking place in his heart. Now, they are all stored up in my heart. Never had there been such a close relationship between Mother and Son. Everything in his heart, he poured into my heart. He held nothing back. I received the treasures of the King of Kings.
Do you think that I suddenly was filled with every grace and blessing? God does not act in this way. He pours out his gifts each day. He holds back fresh treasures for those who seek him daily. My heart overflows with all the treasures and I pour them into your heart each day. I invite you to hear my words every day, just as I heard Jesus’ words each day.
Comment: Every day, Mary listened to Jesus.