I was thinking about Mary, the Virgin Mary.

She must have been as full of hope and love and longing as you or me or anyone else living our lives only by the grace of God. 

She would have giggled and laughed and murmured and have held close loved ones as surely as you or me.

Her world would have been a much quieter one, but still a life full of the same questions about life that we all have.

The only thing Mary knew was that she was part of the miracle of life. She was woman who was part of something so much bigger than she would ever understand or realize.

She had dust under her feet and stars over her head and she was blessed, infinitely blessed for all time before and all time to come, and despite her bare existence, she was a queen walking the earth who was destined for something much bigger than she would ever know.

There is truer purpose to our lives that each of us is destined for and only God knows that purpose.

I was beside the river
Where I was with child
Sun coming through the trees
A pool too deep and shadowy
And nothing to do but watch for fish,
Or come away from there and run
Over all the same paths of my lives,
Or climb towards a sunlit meadow
A garden in the hot sun.
Blooming, I lay there
A child bride in a bed of joy,
Living in shades of green,
And blue, and yellow, and red,
With purple all around.

Just my thoughts, today.