From the day of her deliverance, she did not ask, she simply became part of his band of followers. Wherever he went, she went, and poured out her whole love and her whole life on him.
In the earliest hours of the morning she could be found preparing his breakfast. When he sat down to teach, she was there, at his feet. When he departed, she departed with him. She washed his feet, served his meals, cared for his clothes, placed fruit beside his bed in the evenings. He who said of himself, "I am the living water," always had cool water to drink--brought by her hands. In the hot, blistering sun of summer, she walked with his band of followers, village to village, city to city--always following him.
...why such devotion?
Because she adored him. Fervently, singlemindedly, she loved him. She was totally enamored, completely enraptured, and utterly in love with her Lord and Master. She did not care who knew it. She was embarrassingly unembarrassed about the matter.
Others eventually grew used to the sight of her single-minded adoration and her unhibited outpouring of affection, which continued unceasingly from ealirliest dawn to the last light of night.
The most amazing thing of all was this: He responded. He poured out love in return. It seemed a little odd, the Son of God, caring, affectionate, loving, and returning love...so profoundly, so totally. That God might love, with such ardor, was simply something that had never occurred to them.
This simple girl was unfolding the highest order of the universe. To love her God. For though she expressed her love in service and care, she expressed her love yet more in eyes, in heart, in soul, and in the fervor and passion of her whole being. No abstraction, this love. An unnerving thing this. Unwavering, steadfast, day after day, with total abandon--loving him. You saw it in her eyes, in her kneeling, in moments of praise and rejoicing, and when she looked into his face.
Divine Romance. Gene Edwards.
