Like Mary, going about the everyday.
Maybe she was feeding the chickens.
Maybe she was getting he water.
Maybe she was making the bread.
It doesn't quite matter, because she paused.
She knew there was a meaning in a visit.
She paused to listen, fully, gently, earnestly.
She paused because the ordinary is where holy is.
Then she chose, chose to be a vessel.
Chose to walk a hard way of carrying God.
Chose to lay down the normal for the sacred.
She chose to bear God into an ordinary world.
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