Mary thinking about Jesus~

Mary thinking about Jesus~
 
Mary did nothing but think about Jesus for the next two days.  Oh, she also prayed for enlightment, wisdom, to know God’s will.  She mused, "seven years of memories filled with Jesus. And nearly all of those day filled with love for Jesus.  How could any girl not love Jesus?  No other guy in school is as attentive as he is.  No other student has such impeccable manners: helping a girl into her chair, holding the door for any girl nearby. He listens to me, like he’s captivated by my every word that I utter.  He always says the right thing.  He is always there for me. His shoulder never grows heavy. He’s simply perfect."
 
Even when her crazy hormones have gotten out of control, and she actually raised her voice at Jesus, he just smiles that sweet smile of love, hugs her and says,, "Mary, I understand what your going through. Women don’t always have it easy. But, the father felt that if anyone could handle those raging hormones: it would be the women."
 
"Well, Jesus, why did you have to create raging hormones in the first place," Mary asked in a subdued manner, after Jesus touched her?
 
Smiling, he would say, "Actually, Mary, in the beginning when Eve was created, there wasn’t that problem; not till sin entered the world and upset the balance of everything."
 
Mary thought about that one and said, "Wow, so we can’t blame God for our cranky moods.  That’s fascinating, Jesus.  So, you and your father were so smart, huh?  You two thought of everything, huh?"
 
Jesus just smiled at her wit.
 
Ah, Mary could say anything to Jesus. She never once upset him with her sometimes moodiness. As she sat in her rocker at 3 am, she wondered,
 
"Should I allow myself to rise deeper in love with Jesus, with God?  What a dream: to be in love, madly, with the creator of paradise! Yes! Jesus is paradise; all esle is as nothing compared to him.  What did Jesus once tell her in private:
 
"Everything that my father created through me was perfectly good.  Yet, God is everything. Without him, I Am, nothing. So, my sweet Mary, always live in me, enver lose sight of me. I Am always near you."
 
Ah Jesus! Jesus!  Jesus!  I want you. I need love.  I love you.  Life without you is devoid of meaning.  And if I can’t live with you as your wife, I wish to live, always by your side, to serve, to love, to adore you.
 
  Ah, that’s what she would tell Jesus the next time that they were alone.