Friday, December 24, 2010

Did Mary wonder.....

Christmas Eve. I lingered in bed this morning as the sun was struggling to wake up, and I wondered what Mary felt on the day before Jesus was born……..…


We needed to induce labor with Rebecca because of medical complications, so I knew that she would probably be born on the 17th. I remember feeling so surreal on the 16th. I was going to be a Momma!! Yes, I’d been pregnant for 9 months, but it really hit me that day. Tomorrow I would be holding this little baby and meet him or her. Who would she/he be? Would I know how to take care of him? Would I really love her like I needed to? Would I have the answers to his questions? Would I be able to direct her to Jesus so that she, too, could experience a relationship with the One true God?


As I lie there in the quiet of the morning, I wondered if Mary had those same thoughts? Did she feel the entire pregnancy was surreal? She was young and more than likely had endured scorn, gossip, ridicule, loss of friends, because she had been chosen by God to bear His Son. Did she experience all of that along with the same questions I did? Was she ready? Did she know how to care for Him? Could she love Him like she needed to? Who would He be? Would she have all the answers to His questions? Would she be able to direct Him to……….God??

No. She would not be able to do all those things. He was God, come to us in flesh to take on the sins of the world. (John 1:29) She knew who He would be because the angel Gabriel told her. No, she wouldn’t be able to take care of Him because He came to take care of her. (Ezek 34:12, John 10:11) Certainly she would love Him. God knew the woman He chose to bear His Son, but the kind of love she would one day feel for Him would be the love you can only give your Savior after you meet Him and humble yourself before His mercy. Would she have all the answers? Would she be able to direct Him to…..God? Who would He be??

He was, is and shall ever be God!! (John 1:1, Rev 1:8) She wouldn’t need to answer His questions or direct him to God or to know who He would. Gabriel told her. “Do not be afraid, Mary; for you have found favor with God. And behold, you will conceive in your womb, and bear a son, and you shall name Him Jesus. He will be great and will be called the Son of the Most High; and The Lord God will give Him the throne of His father David; and He will reign over the house of Jacob forever; and His Kingdom will have no end.” (Luke 1:30-33) Her little baby would come to fulfill the prophecy spoken in Isaiah 1:9 “For a child will be born to us, a son will be given to us; And the government will rest on His shoulders; And His name will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Eternal Father, Prince of Peace.”

The sun that was created by Him whose birth we are preparing to celebrate has finally peaked over the hill. (Gen 1, John 1:1-2) As I sit here, I am humbled and in awe once again as I think about what God did to leave His throne and submit Himself by becoming a small baby, born in such meager surroundings, to bring Salvation to a world that was lost. I also don’t know whether Mary pondered any of these questions, but I do know that one day I will stand with her as a fellow Believer among a multitude of Believers and will join in the chorus saying, “Hallelujah!! For The Lord our God, the Almighty, reigns. Let us rejoice and be glad and give the glory to Him.” (Rev 19:6-7)

Sunday, December 19, 2010

A Happy post that brings tears to my eyes

Some people would think I should be happy to post this, but I just can't seem to be as cheerful as I'd like.   In fact, I've delayed in making this post out of a hope that if I don't say it, it won't be true......but no matter how hard this Momma tries, she can't deny the fact that.....





Rebecca turned 20 on Friday.   20!!!!!!  I honestly do not remember saying she could do that.   Now, before anyone thinks ill of me, I have rejoiced at each and every birthday of my dear children.   I love waking up in the mornings to prepare their breakfast and carry it to them on the tray so that they can enjoy one of our favorite family traditions - breakfast in bed on your birthday.   This, year, though, I spent most of the night before in tears because I just didn't want to see this day.   20!!   It seems so old.   It seems like a lifetime ago that she was born.   It seems that she's closer to moving out.   It seems...   It seems.... Well.....

It seems that God has blessed us in a way that we never even thought possible some 20 years ago.   How can I be sad to wish this dear daughter the beginning of a new decade?   A new score?   A new year?   I do rejoice; truly I do as I think of all that we have been given.   Mostly, though, I feel so very humbled that God has allowed me these 20 wonderful years with this baby.... girl.... young lady.....young woman.   Wow!   To see that list and think of all that she has been and has become.   To know that all of it has molded her so that she can continue to become what God desires and longs for her to be as she continues to journey with HIM.   How can I not rejoice?   How can I feel sorry for myself?   In all honesty, I can't because I love who these 20 years have given me.

Rebecca has blessed us with her constancy.   What a strange word to come to mind as I think of who she is.   She is constant in the most wonderful sense of the word.  She is constant first and foremost in her love for Her Savior and Beloved.   She is devoted to spending time with Him first thing every day.   She might drag herself out for a cup of coffee and a quick hello, but then she quickly retreats to her corner with her Beloved's love letter so that she can enjoy time with Him before anyone else.   That time has made her who she is - one that's constant.  She is also constant in wanting to encourage them to grow in God's Word as well as in finding ways to encourage them to become what He desires in all areas of their lives.

She's constant in wanting to serve others - her friends, my friends, grandparents, young mothers, old friends, hurt animals - anyone that she knows needs something she can offer whether it's her time, her listening ear, her money, or just a hug.   She's constant in lifting a hand and working quietly without expecting any word of praise of acknowledgement of what she did. 

Constant has taken on new meaning for me as I sat and thought about what to write to her on the day of her birth.   It has now become a word that is waivers close to being synonymous with.......lovely.   It is who Rebecca is because she's filled with this constancy that resembles beauty, kindness, joy, peace, patience, gentleness, laughter, tears, open arms, loving heart - just about everything a Momma would want to see in her child as she turned 20.

Thank you for these 20 years of joy, and know that no matter what Our Beloved Lord brings in the next 20 years, our love for you will be just as constant.  

With all our hearts,
Daddy and Momma