I don’t know how to explain it, but as I looked, I knew I was looking at Mary with the infant Christ.

Regardless of how they got on that street corner, they were homeless in some way and humbling themselves.

And I just couldn’t shake the feeling that I needed to go back.

But I had my own children to get back to. I had supper to make. My husband had been digging a giant trench all day to deal with septic tank issues and I knew he’d be exhausted.

So I attempted to ignore the feeling to turn back and kept driving for 15 minutes.

But the further I drove, the more unbearable the urge to turn back became. It got to the point that it was literally painful to keep driving any further.

The narrative that one religious sister told me about God “speaking in whispers” was flipped.

God does often speaks in whispers…but here He was speaking in a lightning bolt.

When, in our humanity, we are like three-year-old’s, so caught up in our own suffering that we can’t see straight let alone pray straight, what does Mary do?

She tenderly picks us up and carries us straight to Our Lord. And in doing so, He is “magnified” in our own hearts.

Cranky toddlers may eventually calm down without a parent’s tenderness, but how much quicker they find peace when a mother is nearby with two arms ready to embrace!

So it is with Mary. Like a good mother, she wipes away our tears so our blurry eyes can better see Christ.