August said, "Listen to me now, Lily. I'm going to tell you something I want you always to remember, all right?"
Her face had grown serious, intent. Her eyes did not blink.
"All right," I said, and felt something electric slide down my spine.
"Our Lady is not some magical being out there somewhere, like a fairy godmother. She's not the statue in the parlor. She's something inside of you. SO you understand what I am telling you?"
"Our lady is inside me," I repeated, not sure I did.
You have to find a mother inside yourself. We all do. Ever if we already have a mother, we still have to find this part of ourselves inside." She held out her hand to me, "Give me your hand."
I lifted my left hand and placed it in hers. She took it and pressed the flat of my palm against her chest, over my beating heart. "You don't have to put your hand on Mary;s heart to get strength and consolation and rescue, and all other things we need to get through life," she said. "You can place it right here on your own heart, Your own heart."
August steeped closer. She kept the pressure steady against my hand, "All those times your father treated you mean, Our Lady was the voice in you that said, 'No, I will not bow down to this. I am Lily Melissa Owens, I will not bow down.' Where you could hear this voice or not, she was in there saying it."
I took my other hand and placed it on top pf hers.., and she moved her freehand on top of it, so we had this black-and-white stack of hands resting upon my chest.
"when you're unsure of yourself," she said, "when you start pulling back into doubt and small living, she's the one inside saying, "Get up from there and live like the glorious girl you are." She's the power inside you, you understand?"
Her hands stayed where they were but released their pressure. "And whatever it is that keeps widening your heart, that's Mary, too, not only the power inside you but the love. And when you get down to it, Lily, that's the only purpose grand enough for a human life. Not just to love-but to persist in love."
She paused. Bees drummed their sound into the air. August retrieved her hands from the pile on my chest, but I left mine there.
"This Mary I'm talking about sits in your heart all daylong, saying, 'Lily, you are my everlasting home, Don;t you ever be afraid, I am enough. We are enough." I closed my eyes, and in the coolness of morning, there among the bees, I felt for one clear instant what she was talking about. (Page 288 and 289)
I'll explain it tomorrow - I found out today I have the shingles and they hurt like heck - went to the doctor and got some medicines to hopefully help.My advice to you is run, not walk, to the doctor and get the Shingles Vaccine. OUCH!