I will give thanks to the Lord with my whole heart,
I will tell of all thy wonderful deeds - Psalm 9:1
Mary Our Mother
Sinless, full of grace and the mother of God, Mary humbly and faithfully followed God’s will throughout her life.
By God’s design, she is our spiritual mother. Jesus asks us to turn to her in our need. All powerful before God because of her role in salvation, she will obtain for us the graces we need to overcome temptation and to be faithful to our vocation.
Mary is God’s masterpiece. After God Himself, she is our greatest treasure.
While her beauty in the first instance is spiritual, we have a description of her physical appearance in Maria Valtorta’s Notebooks For Dec 28, 1947:
“None of the souls of the seers has seen me to the extent that you have seen me, as a Girl, Spouse, and Mother on earth and as the Queen of Heaven. And every time you say to yourself, “It is still Her. But how different She is as the glorious Queen of Heaven, taken up in body and soul among the angels, from the time She is the humble Mary of Nazareth.
Look at me carefully, daughter, and soothe your pain. Look at me. Am I Mary of Nazareth?”*
I observed her carefully, close as she was to my face. I examined her skin, of a warm magnolia paleness suffused with a tenuous pink on her cheek, her appropriately distended lips, her thin straight nose, her perfectly proportioned, clear skyblue eyes under her lofty, smooth brow, the perfect oval face of a girl … I don’t know why her face always make me think of a white flame or a lily bud about to open - the curves are so gentle in their oval … I looked at her beautiful mildly blond hair - fine, soft and slightly wavy. I considered that if, instead of being clasped into heavy braids extending over her head, they were hanging loose, the waviness would have been more marked … And, above all, I got lost perceiving the tenuous colour of her body breathing close to me and her fragrance - her characteristic scent, the smell of Mary, the smell of the Virgin …
Mary read my wish to abandon myself on her motherly shoulder to obtain relief in so many afflictions of every kind and drew me to herself. I remained like that - I don’t know for how long. She then left me, saying, “Write that I have clasped you to my heart.” I wrote this last five lines.
She then said, “And now look at me.” She became transfigured, rising from the ground, separating herself from my bed, supported by a silver cloud bathed in her extremely white light. Her body shone and her robe, turning from white to “white light”, shone. Her face shone, growing sharper, as if the light were spiritualizing it. Her enraptured gaze shone. The light was so bright that the pale blue of her eyes became a “ray”, and the gold of her hair was almost no longer distinguishable as such - it seemed dark in comparison to the light emitted by the glorified Body of the Mother of God.
She lowered her eyes towards me and smiled, asking, “Is it me?”.
“Yes”
“But am I the same as the woman who was Jesus’ Mother?”
“Yes … no,” I answered intrepidly, for intrepidity is need to bake certain comparisons and confessions.
“And yet it’s me. You see. I am like this in Heaven. I appeared like this in Lourdes and Fatima. Where the seers saw me most clearly, since they were innocent, like you, my daughter. The more innocent creatures are, the more they see me as I am and describe me exactly, insofar as they can as creatures, and have my likeness sculpted, insofar as an image can resemble me.”
* Mary Valtorta had seen Our Lady as a normal person in many earlier visions about the life of Jesus.
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