• Anna Maria De Guid

The Blessed Mother Mary

Blessed Virgin Mary Mother of God

I didn't know what to write about the Blessed Virgin Mary; I sought her help and this happened:

I was in a rush to get my grocery shopping done when all of a sudden, a lady came up to me and asked, "Is Mary the mother of God?"

It was a bit startling that someone would ask me that question along the mayonnaise and salad dressing aisle. I answered, "Of course!"

As I excused myself, she posed a quick one: "Where in the Bible does it say that?"

Since I was really in a rush, I said, "I don't know exactly where in the Bible, but look it up. It's there!" And with that, I left the store.

Lady, if you ever read this blog (God works in mysterious ways.), here are a few Bible passages:

And behold, you will conceive in your womb and bear a son, and you shall call his name Jesus. Luke 1:31
As he said these things, a woman in the crowd raised her voice and said to him, “Blessed is the womb that bore you, and the breasts at which you nursed!” Luke 11:27

His mother said to the servants, “Do whatever he tells you.” John 2:5

As St. Thomas Aquinas said, “To one who has faith, no explanation is necessary. To one without faith, no explanation is possible.”

My name's Anna Maria! I publish a new blog post every Monday and Friday, two of my favorite days! If you want to learn more about my journey, my book "Touched by Grace: The Journey" will be released this winter through Amazon and Barnes & Noble.

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