At that time Mary got ready and hurried to a town in the hill country of Judea, where she entered Zechariah’s home.
The door was slightly closed, she knocked a few times without response from the occupants. A nieghbour taking his sheep to his farm, stopped by to enquire who she was.
“Welcome, Mary, Elizabeth told us a lot about you. Please, how’s Nazareth?”
“Busy with buying and selling, as usual.”
“Zachariah’s at the synagogue, but Elizabeth should be inside. Enter the house, go through its hallway to the backyard, she should be at her garden tending her flowering plants.”
She regarded him, and so did he. His words were true, she found Elizabeth just where he had predicted.
“God be with you, Elizabeth,”
When Elizabeth heard Mary’s greeting, the baby leaped in her womb, and Elizabeth was filled with the Holy Spirit.
“Blessed are you among women, and blessed is the child you will bear! But why am I so favored, that the mother of my Lord should come to me?”
Mary smiled.
“As soon as the sound of your greeting reached my ears, the baby in my womb leaped for joy. Blessed is she who has believed that the Lord would fulfill his promises to her!” Elizabeth picked a couple of flowers for her, “These smaller ones with white flowers and yellow strips' the Israeli iris, and the other Bethlehem star,”
Mary brought the flowers closer to her nose, “Wow, the scent’s so… so extra cool,”
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