Mary Letter - Day 6

Then he said to them, ‘How can they say that the Messiah is David’s son? For David himself says in the book of Psalms, “The Lord said to my Lord, ‘Sit at my right hand, until I make your enemies your footstool.’ ” David thus calls him Lord; so how can he be his son?’ In the hearing of all the people he said to the disciples, ‘Beware of the scribes, who like to walk around in long robes, and love to be greeted with respect in the market-places, and to have the best seats in the synagogues and places of honor at banquets. They devour widows’ houses and for the sake of appearance say long prayers. They will receive the greater condemnation.’ He looked up and saw rich people putting their gifts into the treasury; he also saw a poor widow put in two small copper coins. He said, ‘Truly I tell you, this poor widow has put in more than all of them; for all of them have contributed out of their abundance, but she out of her poverty has put in all she had to live on.’ Luke 20:41-21:4

Dear Elizabeth,

Last night was cool and I walked in the air for a long time. Walking and thinking and praying. Tears come to my eyes sometimes at night, alone. But last night, it was as if the whole sky wanted to tell me something. No angels, no voices. Just a sparkling starry sky that seemed to sing. It was comforting and familiar, like a lullaby Mama may have sung so long ago to me. For a moment, I had a deep abiding sense of hope and strength. Most of the world seems against me right now. Those who aren't openly hostile don't hide their disappointment. Yet, last night, I sensed it was going to be all right, somehow.

The plans are made for me to come see you. Mama ad Papa will make the final preparations for our marriage while I am with you for a few days. Mama says the two of us, one so old and one so young, now have something to bind us together. As if we ever needed something to bind us. You have always listened to me as if what I said was important. You never talked down to me or shut me out. I am excited to be away from here for a few days. Even more so to be with you. Keep me in your prayers, so that the weather is kind for my travel. Papa insists that cousin Rueben will escort me to you. They worry too much!

love,

Mary