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Did she wonder about his dreams? Did she pray they would come to pass?

Did she pray he would be the man he was created to be?

Did she dare ask God to make him great? Or to let him change the world?

I realize in this moment that all these years I’ve been praying that God would grant for Jimmy his deepest desires and my best hopes for the life he has yet to live.

But I wonder if instead, Mary prayed that God would grant for her son not her best hopes, but God’s.

Perhaps she did.

Perhaps on those silent nights when she watched her son in peaceful slumber, she understood that even a mother’s heart can’t hold the infinite potential that exists only in the thoughts of God.

Editor’s note: A version of this column originally was printed on Dec. 25, 2005.

Marybeth Hicks is the author of “Don’t Let the Kids Drink the Kool-Aid: Confronting the Left’s Assault on Our Families, Faith and Freedom.” Find her on the Web at