She was ever holding colloquies with her God within her, pondering
things over in her heart, that is, talking them over with Him from Whom
she had no secrets and between Whom and her soul she put no obstacles.
Her life was spent with Him; whatever her duties might be, everything
was done with Him, that is prayer. If duties or conservation demanded
all her attention for a while, did it matter? No, for He was there all
the same. He, in her, carried on the blessed converse with His Father;
there was never any separation between Mary and the Blessed Fruit of her
womb, JESUS. She would come back to Him with all the more joy, and tell
Him what she had been doing and saying. Oh, blessed life of union
between JESUS and Mary! Teach me, my Mother, what prayer is. Thou didst
understand it so well. It was prayer that made thy life interior for
thou wast ever communing with Him Who was _within_ thee. "O Mother of
the Word, despise not my words."