Listen and let it penetrate your heart, my dear little son. Do not be troubled or weighed down with grief. Do not fear any illness or vexation, anxiety, or pain. Am I not here who am your Mother? Are you not under my shadow and protection? Am I not your fountain of life? Are you not in the folds of my mantle? In the crossing of my arms? Is there anything else you need?
This rose bush has surprised us with its abundance time and time again. And now... roses in December. Maybe not a miracle, but they are divine!
P.S. I am off to begin preparations for our Mexican fiesta tonight. What are your plans?