I woke up this morning thinking about Mary. Thinking about this heavenly visit she had from one of God’s angels. Delivering to her the news of our Savior and of his birth…through her. “And an angel said unto her, Fear not, Mary: for thou hast found favour with God. And behold, thou shalt conceive in thy womb, and bring forth a son and shalt call his name JESUS. He shall be great, and shall be called the Son of the Highest: and the Lord God shall give unto him the throne of his father David: And he shall reign over the house of Jacob forever; and his kingdom there shall be no end. When (...or if) I get to heaven, I want to visit with Mary. I wonder…what were the months like leading up to the birth? Was she busy with her “to do” list before she left for Bethlehem to make sure everything was in order at home? Was she anxious gathering those things she and Joseph took with them on their journey? I wonder, what was she feeling as she rode that donkey on that rough dirt road, about to deliver that tiny baby? I wonder if she got discouraged when Joseph was continually turned away at each and every Inn he came too? I wonder...what her reaction was when she saw the lowly stable, piled with straw and animals around, where she would deliver the Son of God into the world. And Mary said, Behold the handmaid of the Lord; be it unto me according to thy word…” While I sit and “wonder” about Mary and what she may of been doing…Mary, on the other hand, was not thinking about “Mary” at all. She was not thinking about what was left undone back at home. Mary wasn’t caught up in the uncomfortable travel she endured to Bethlehem. Who was Mary? Mary was a handmaid to the Lord. A handmaid. A woman who knew God. A woman who was humble. A woman who focused herself daily on God’s will and not her own. A woman who gave her life to something greater than anything she could ever come up with on her own. She knew the angel proclaimed truth when he said, “ for with God, nothing is impossible.” With that faith and surety, she pressed forward fulfilling her divine potential and mission on earth with a humble confidence and peace that only is found through our Savior, Jesus Christ. Going to bed last night I felt anything but peace. As my mind shouted feelings of overloaded and overwhelmed, I failed to hear the tiny whispers of my own heart, asking my Father for peace. I think God hears our prayers even when we didn’t. My answer came on this Christmas Eve morning… “Who was Mary?” A handmaid to the Lord. A woman who looked to Him first. ********************************************************************************************* Merry Christmas!
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Beckee Becker
12/24/2015 10:19:18 am
Love reading your blog! Thanks for sharing!
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Kim Holbrook
6/19/2016 12:19:36 am
This is beautiful!
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