“Mary, oh Mary, would you come here, please?”
Finishing up the breakfast dishes, Mary could not imagine what her mother wanted.
“Coming, mother. I just have one more bowl.”
A song of praise embedded in her breath, smiling, she wiped her hands … only to find her mother standing over her.
“Mary, I need you to get some water as soon as humanly possible. Jacob is sick and has messed his clothes. Laundry will not wait until after the noon meal.”
Mary sought her mother’s eyes.
Where has she gone, Father? For compassion stays for an hour then leaves as quickly as it came. Lord, please hug my sister who is with you. Hug my mother now. Let her know she is not alone.
Without any foreknowledge of the movement, Mary extended her arms wide. Before her mother could begin a word, she wrapped her with a hug. Her mother’s stiff muscles relaxed slightly. Gently, she lay her head on her daughter’s shoulder. A single tear moistened Mary’s ear.
Thank you, Father.
“Mama, thank you for all you do for us. Yes, of course, I will get the water, as much as you need.”
Mary’s thoughts seemed to float towards heaven.
Thank you, most gracious God, for this beautiful walk. All things You have made. Would you be with Jacob? Even though he bothers me sometimes, he is your son.
Carrying two buckets, Mary wondered if that would be enough. She hadn’t seen the extent of the “sickness”. There were many things she had yet to see in this life.
Setting down the buckets, Mary stood facing the sun. Closing her eyes, she received His warmth.
Mary jumped to attention. She was most certain she was alone a second ago. She still had a half mile or so to go. Mary could hardly believe her eyes.
Standing a couple feet taller than herself and robed in glistening white, the angel chuckled.
“Mary, I am so sorry. I do not mean to cause fear or alarm. God has sent me to you. My name is Gabriel.”
Still, Mary reminded herself to breathe.
“God has chosen you, young Mary. You have been found in His favor. You will give birth to a glorious son. You will name His Jesus. He is who Israel has been waiting. For all people, He will be great and holy and set them free from chains of religion and all other sin. Jesus, the Son of the Most High, will reign forever, for His Kingdom has no end.”
Thoughts spinning, questions forming, anxiety thickening her veins. All Mary could ask is “How could this be? I am a virgin. And Joseph! My Joseph …”
Gabriel leaned closer. Mary thought he might whisper.
Looking right through her chestnut brown eyes, Gabriel spoke into her soul, planted a germinated seed of truth, the Lord’s promise to His people.
“The Holy Spirit will descend upon you, dear child. The holy power of the Lord will grant you this Son in your womb, the one He prepared in your mother’s. The baby will be holy and will be called the Son of God. You, Mary, do not need to fear. For this is God’s will to be done on earth just as His will is done in heaven. He chose you to be the mother to His Son. How wonderful is this news. You can rest in knowing no word from God will ever fail.”
Awaiting her response, Gabriel took a couple steps back. He gazed upward as if praying.
Mary could not deny this feeling of being stunned by the very glory of the Lord. She knew somewhere in her spirit that Gabriel did not care if she moved. He stood in wait for her agreement. For Gabriel was just the messenger, though holy because of whom he serves.
Gabriel smiled. His teeth where unblemished.
“I have sensed for some time God’s presence around me, in me. I knew not what His plans could be. No matter what it is Our Lord desires of me, I will do it. We show Him our love in our obedience.”
“Oh Hallelujah, Mary! Just be warned, God does not only count obedience as love. He looks at what each of His children ponder in their hearts.”
With that, Gabriel disappeared. He was no more on this earth.
Mary pondered angel and holy things in her heart. She tried to keep those things at the tippy top of her mind and soul because anxiety had continued to pick at her.
Father, thank You for loving me and how amazing that You chose me to welcome Our Lord as my son. Help me remember He is yours first. I never imagined I would share my first born. It seems no different than the life You have given me thus far. Sharing life and then death of my sister. Sharing my mother’s strife and her times of joy. For nothing is our own, Father. All of us and all things belong to You.
Well, I pray you can pick right up where we left off in this story. I apologize for the extended delay. Our household has been under duress this month of December. We are climbing to the other side through prayer, through His Word and our faith.
If you, too, have been in a season of struggle this holiday, you can find 3 encouraging videos on the ministry page, ranging from 25-35 minutes each. You can find them at https://Facebook.com/jdibble4Him, click on Videos tab to find them.
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I am committed to finishing this story of young Mary. Please look for another post over the weekend 🙂
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In His love and for His glory,