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H oly Father, for the first time since he was born I think, I do understand. He is not mine! Her heart choked in her throat. Her hand went to her breast. He is yours! He always was! What was it the old man had said? Simeon? That day in the temple? The words came flooding back to her, “A sword shall pierce your own heart also . . . That the thoughts of many hearts may be revealed . . .” Oh Father please . . . it hurts. It hurts. And then deep within her spirit Mary felt a warmth. A voice, yet not a voice, just involuntary thoughts began to flood her mind, “Yes my child, he is yours but in a way even now you are just beginning to understand. He is yours and you are his. That will never change. Be comforted, therefore.”
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