An Easter Week Verse

He was about thirty when he left home, a strong man by then, and a skilled carpenter. He'd helped Joseph build most of the houses in this village you know. It was so hard.. to let him go, nobody believed he could possibly be the messiah of the writings, even though everyone knew of that miracle of the wine, over in Cana. My he was a good son, I was so proud of him.. was that so wrong of me? Even though I knew ever since he was in my womb,exactly who he was. He was my firstborn you know ..my eldest.. such a loving,caring nature.