"As for Mary, she treasured all these things and pondered them in her heart."

"His Mother stored up all these things in her heart."

I want my heart to be like Mary's -- a garden of all things good and a resting place for You. Oh, if only my heart could be as white as snow, as pure as possible so that You, my Lord, may delight in it. If only my heart ever perfumed the air with cries of love for You so that every beat of my heart was a testament of my love. Teach me, sweet Mother, to love as you do.

Mystical Rose