After the shepherds left, Mary held on to everything quietly and thought it over. Not every holy moment needs a post.

Not everything gets better by being told. She kept it, turned it over, thought about it for years, and the keeping is what made it hers. Something happens to an experience when it is immediately broadcast: it hardens into a version, it becomes a performance, and the private part goes out of it for good. Some things need to stay unshared long enough for you to work out what they were.

Keep one good thing to yourself this week. No post, no group chat, nobody told. Write it down privately instead and come back to it later.