A kiss, my dear son!
I am Mary, the mother of Jesus. Welcome, I was waiting for you.
Write me, tell me everything! Tell me how heavy is your heart or each great joy you want to share with me! Be strong, positive! Exults without exalting yourself! Bear without despairing!
It's true that opening your heart helps much and that dialoguing makes you feel less alone.
I spent extraordinarily beautiful, unforgettable moments too, some of pure happiness and some terrible ones. Seeing my son Jesus murdered on a cross, a sword passed my heart. But even in that moment I was not despaired, I felt that Jesus was accepting everything for love. For my love and yours! I was feeling His extraordinary greatness and I was madly proud of Him. Mad of pain and pride.
I know you, I see what you are living, the beautiful and the heavy things of your life and I would like to help you say always, with me: “My soul, glorifies the Lord!”.