One morning, I was praying with the daily Mass readings when something subtle caught my attention.
It was the end of the Noah story. The flood is over. The world, though different, is habitable again. And as Noah, his family, and the animals step onto dry land, Noah does something beautiful. He builds an altar. He offers a sacrifice to God, one of every clean animal. Then comes a line I hadn’t noticed before:
“And when the LORD smelled the pleasing odor, the LORD said in his heart, ‘I will never again curse the ground because of humankind’” (Genesis 8:21).
“The Lord said in his heart”: such a subtle phrase but incredibly striking. God was not announcing this to Noah—He wasn’t even speaking it out loud. He was thinking it. He was moved interiorly by what He saw: one man, after a lifetime of obedience through great turmoil, kneeling in worship.
It reminded me of something much earlier in the story, one of the most haunting lines in Scripture:
“And the Lord was sorry that he had made humankind on the earth, and it grieved him to his heart” (Genesis 6:6).
What a journey—from heartbreak to renewed hope. From grief to a silent interior promise. And it happened because of one man’s faithfulness.
Life-Long Obedience in Wood and Nails
Noah was not a shipbuilder; he was a farmer in a landlocked region. God had to give detailed instructions. Building the ark took years—some theologians even say close to one hundred of them. He was surrounded by corruption and mockery yet stayed the course. After the ark was sealed, he waited seven days before the rain even began. Then forty days and nights of torrential rain . . . and over a year floating, waiting, listening to a world washed away outside.
That is a staggering emotional weight.
And yet, when it was over, Noah's first move was worship. That moved God. So much so that He made a promise that would shape the entire arc of Salvation History. One man’s yes changed everything.
It made me wonder: What might God do with our faithfulness? What “ark” is He asking us to build?
From Wood to Womb: Echoes of the Ark
Of course, this is not the only ark in Scripture. We encounter more. The Ark of the Covenant, gold-covered and mysterious, was holy, miraculous, and revered. God gave specific instructions for its construction just as He had with the first. It was the place of God’s presence when it was in the Holy of Holies. It rested in the center of the camp. It led the Israelites into battle and to new dwellings. Their lives were oriented around this ark.
Then, in the New Testament, we meet the final ark: Mary—the New Ark of the Covenant. While Noah’s ark protected life, and the Ark of the Covenant contained God's words and wonders, Mary quite literally held the Word made Flesh, God incarnate.
Her calling, like Noah’s, demanded a lifetime of surrender. Her yes came at a cost. Interestingly, her name—Mary—means “bitter.” And one of her most famous titles is “Our Lady of Sorrows.”
Shaped by Tears and Triumph
Let’s briefly look at her Seven Sorrows, a devotion given to us by the tradition:
- Simeon’s prophecy at the temple: “A sword will pierce your heart”
- The flight into Egypt
- Losing the child Jesus in Jerusalem for three days
- Meeting Jesus carrying His Cross
- Watching the Crucifixion
- Holding His lifeless body
- Burying her Son
This is no small list. Mary's path as the ark was one of profound suffering—suffering that persisted throughout her entire life. And yet—there is another devotion not as well known: the Seven Joys of Mary.
- The Annunciation
- The Visitation
- The Nativity
- The Adoration of the Magi
- Finding Jesus in the Temple
- Jesus’ Appearance to her after His Resurrection
- Her Assumption and Coronation
Mary’s joys and sorrows were not separate chapters—they were interwoven. Her story was not a straight line of ease or suffering. It was both. Her joys were born in the soil of pain, and her sorrows carried seeds of future glory.
And isn’t that the shape of vocation? Of faithfulness?
Joy and Sorrow Mingle
In college, I traveled to Lourdes on a mission trip and served for a week in the baths. Each piscine was adorned with a statue of Mary. Women came to her feet, some laughing and kissing her in joy, others weeping, seeking comfort in their mother. The memory of one woman in particular stays with me. She was from Poland, spoke only broken English, and touched her head saying, “Tumor . . . I have three children.” We cried and prayed together. Her sorrow, her joy, her faith—it was all mingled.
It’s that mingling that mirrors our own lives. We serve. We build. We worship. And like Noah and Mary, we often carry heavy things in silence. Our vocations, our work, often begin in joy, only to be met by sorrow—and when it comes, we’re tempted to believe it means something is wrong. But it doesn’t mean that. Sorrow is inevitable in this broken world. But all of it is seen. All of it is used. All of it will be redeemed (see Revelation 21:4).
Constructing the Way Home
You've probably heard that your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit (see 1 Corinthians 6:19-20). But I’d suggest this: Your life is also an ark.
As we grow in holiness, each of us is building an ark—a life constructed through obedience, sometimes in isolation, sometimes in mockery, sometimes in exhaustion, but always under God's direction. And just like Noah’s ark carried him and his family to safety, the ark of your life—your faithfulness—is not only carrying others, it’s carrying you. It is salvific.
We often say we are not like Mary. But Pope Saint John Paul II reminded us—Mary didn’t perform miracles or grand gestures. That was all God. Her holiness—and her model for us—lay in her continuous yes. Over and over, through joy and through pain, she remained available to God.
We can do that too.
So let’s be encouraged. God is still looking for faithful builders. Quiet yeses. Steady hearts. The work isn’t always glamorous. It’s hard. But in our quiet interior places, where we say yes again and again, we are building something salvific, for ourselves, our families, and the world. God will use it.
May our Lady intercede for us. And may the ark we build—with every prayer, every sacrifice, every unseen act of love—carry us home.
Grace Bellon is a wife, mom, and high school theology teacher who has spent years walking with young people as they wrestle with faith, identity, and the ache for something more. She writes from the heart of a classroom, the hustle of family life, and the quiet corners where the Lord speaks most tenderly. She believes in miracles, mercy, and the delicate art of balancing home-cooked meals with takeout nights. Her sweetest joys are found in the company of one man who keeps her coffee cup full, her children who keep her laundry baskets fuller, and the Eucharist which fills her heart and soul.
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