Hearing that my children resemble my husband warms my heart. My desire for my children is that they turn out like my husband. It’s not that I think I’m such a bad person, but that I have such admiration and respect for him. When I was wavering and unsure of myself, at what I think now was one of the lowest points in my life, he came along and quietly swept me away. I discovered a treasure trove in the Catholic faith, thanks to his silent witness.
I think this must be how Mary feels about me. She sees me striving so hard to do my best, and maybe she smiles, as I do, when she sees how I resemble her Divine Spouse, the Holy Spirit. Does she get a tear in her eye at the thought that I could be like Him?