And just like her soft hands, Mary’s feet also had a lot of work to accomplish. She had to walk all the way to visit Elizabeth at the news of her pregnancy. While at her house, who knows how much work she had to do to assist her cousin in her daily chores, while being pregnant herself. Who knows how often she carried Jesus in her arms, and how often she ran towards Him to pick Him up if He fell. With St. Joseph, she had to walk towards Egypt, searching for a lost child in Jerusalem, calling Him for lunch or dinner when He wandered by Himself to pray. How many times she travelled to see her Son preach and heal, to get a tiny glimpse of Him, before He would be taken from her forever. She walked the way of the cross, not carrying a cross, but carrying a big burden of responsibility to care for the apostles after Her Son would be taken up into heaven. And who knows how much longer she lived after His Ascension, visiting friends, Mary Magdalen, then Martha, Mary and Lazarus, the apostles as they dispersed to teach the Word of God.
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