“…when the first breath one drew in the morning belonged to God, when no morsel was eaten without first asking His blessing, when it was he who ruled not only the universe but the smallest fragment of your life — how was it possible that he did not draw literally close to your at times? Flow in and through and around you, making you even more fully one with him? And that he did not move you so deeply in so doing that you felt his almighty hand upon you, heard the impossible voice speak?
“[Mary] could not express it. There were no words in which to make this mystery plain. But dumbly, blindly, beautifully, the unreasonable conviction remained. Yahweh did love and communicate with his children.
“…She longed to be as a little child again, untouched by the pains of womanhood. She longed with a sharp nostalgia for the blessed peace of the presence of God. ‘Thy will be done’, she whispered one final time.”
-Marjorie Holmes, Two From Galilee