I could get closer to this field of flowers which, even in their location, are for Immaculate Conception. But I won’t. She’s brave. She can go anywhere at any time no matter who is there. After braving the likes a Herod near Bethlehem. After braving exile in Egypt. After braving the attacks on her Son during His public ministry. After she stood at the Cross on Calvary when the Apostles ran away. She’s brave. I’m not. I admit it.
I can just hear my guardian angel: “Go ahead! I double dare you! Get closer!” And my cowardly answer is simply: “No!” But no matter how far away I may remain from rather dangerously located flowers (I’ll let that remain a mystery), she’s already there.