This morning we popped into 'The Shrine' in Cathcart. It was a sweet, teeny tiny little church. It is a place where many ladies come to pray. There was even a candle lit. Gran, mom and I said our own prayers and then left. My mom jokingly said that she has kids to pray for and my gran said she had lots of kids to pray for. I couldn't help but list all the people in my life and thank God for them. People really have a way of inspiring me. I also couldn't help but notice the picture of Mary and Jesus (maybe cos it was the only coloured image).
Later today when I was clearing out my work room I noticed this card with Mary and Jesus. It really caught my eye and so I opened the card that I knew had been written to me.
In it was signed 'Violet', whom was my late maid. This instantly brought tears to my eyes. I think of her so often. She was a Mary to me. She was a mother to me. A nurturer. An encourager. A gentle soul. Not a day goes by that I don't miss her. Being back in my home in East London makes me miss her terribly because it was so much her home.
I guess there are times when we are Mary'ed by others and times in which we ought to be Mary to others, through Gods help. I think it is a big feat if one can stay gentle and soft in a world that is so harsh, abrasive and violent.
Lots of love,
Sarah***
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