“Ahhh, mama, come quick! Help me!”
As eleven- year-old Mary squatted, blood streamed down her bare legs. Overcome by fear, Mary yelled for her mother; she did not want to die, not yet.
Lips pursed, her mother burst into the wash room.
“Child, what am I going to do with you? Mary, don’t be so skittish. All this means is that you can now have babies. Oh I cannot wait to tell your father it is time to offer you to the town as available for a husband.”
With that, she turned away from her forlorn daughter. Under her breath, she mumbled about one less mouth to feed.
Alone, without instruction, Mary began to wipe herself clean. Sharp pains in her lower abdomen brought her to her knobby knees, half-dressed. Knowing nothing is private from God, she prayed.
Oh, Father in Heaven, please tell my sister I love her. Please help me, Father, to understand what it means to be a mama, how I shall be pleasing to You as a mother someday.
In His heavenly court, God pondered Mary in His infinite heart. Such love He had for her. Such sorrow He felt for her losses, her sister and the hardened heart of her mother. It was coming time to bring Joseph forth in her life. Restoration for young Mary, and the world.
How pleased Our Father is when we just have faith.
Twelve-year-old Mary stood next to her mother, hands deep in dough. Though there was so much Mary did not know about this future family life, she was thankful her mother took the time to teach her things.
“Mama, do you think I will be a good wife?”
With her innocent question, Mary had no idea how God would use these words to awaken the long-avoided pain in her mother’s mind.
God put a guard over her mother’s mouth. He sent His Spirit to surround her with peace while at the same time clearing her mind of lies.
Waiting patiently, not wanting to frustrate her mother, Mary tended to the fire. She hoped her mother would be proud as she heated the water to clean the dishes. Mary learned by watching, this way to busy oneself to calm the angst nagging and knotting inside.
Her mother stood still as Mary flitted around, in front of her and to every corner of the room.
Finally, after what seemed like two hours, Mary stopped, wiped her moist brow and said, “Mama, are you all right?”
For the first time in many years, she looked into her daughter’s chestnut brown eyes, soft and compassionate. From somewhere deep inside her soul, these words came out:
“Oh, you sweet Mary. You love others so fully. I just know you will be a good wife to whomever God calls as your husband.”
Hope breathes into what the world sees as dead and gone. God’s love is more powerful than the fiercest demon and the holiest angel.
His love is a gentle whisper in a summer breeze.
But lest we forget, God’s ways are highest. His love is also a raging volcano engulfing hardened hearts, squeezing them with a spiritual vice grip, allowing the world to see His glory as it rises through golden streams of goodness.
What wonders of His love! How amazing is God to work in and through us, even when we don’t realize it?
Thank you for joining me here for Part 2. As promised, Part 3 will post next Saturday, one week from today.
I thank God for bringing my heart closer to His as write this story. I thank Him, too, for touching you, too. Some of you have shared your experience as you read Part 1.
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Have a beauty-full day in Him, no matter the weather, no matter the circumstance.
Love in Christ,