Mary, when I consider women worth striving to emulate, your name comes to mind. Not because I would have wanted your life, but because you knew how to live yours.
What you understood as early as your teenage years I have yet to fully grasp. And I believe I’m getting it now. I think I know where my problem lies.
I’m holding on too tight when I should be letting go.
That’s what it is, isn’t it.
I picture you on your journey with the man you’re hoping to grow old with. Full term. Uncomfortable on every platform imaginable and I wonder:
- Did the conversation flow smoothly between you and Joseph?
- Were you contracting on and off?
- Did you have any idea what to expect with your marriage, your future, your immediate family?
- Did you feel ready to meet this miracle of a baby?
- Were you able to talk openly with Joseph about your fears? About your pain? Or did you try to hide as much as possible?
- Did you comfort him when he presumably felt like an utter failure for not being able to provide better accommodations?
- How did you handle the smell while breathing deep?
- Did you feel alone? Or was living in His will enough?
My mind can’t help but sing the all familiar “Mary Did You Know” song when I contemplate talking with you. But that song is sorely lacking. Because I don’t want a yes or no answer. What I really want to know is:
How did you handle what you didn’t know?
These are things I plan on asking you when the opportunity arises. Even while typing those words I realize how silly that would be.
I’m doing it again, aren’t I. Getting caught up–holding on too tight to the details when I should be letting go.
Tell me, Mary, does it get easier with practice?
Of all the capable women, of all the more suitable prospects, God picked you to carry the greatest treasure this world will ever know. He chose you. Mary, how does that feel? Was it your humbleness that made it possible to say “yes” to the proposition?
I’m picturing you sitting across from me, sipping your chai latte, chuckling at my naive-ness. Because, yes, I can hear You, Lord.
You picked me, too…didn’t You, Father.
He asks the question to every believer:
Will you love Me with all that you’ve got?
And I realize, I am the one who has everything to gain by saying ‘yes’ as He’s already shown He’d give it all up for me.
Mary, thank you.
Thank you for paving the way for girls like me to see anything is possible to those who love Him.
Thank you for showing me life is way more adventurous while living out His will.
Thank you for bearing the pain, the ring of fire, so that I might be saved.
Thank you for saying yes. No matter the cost.
If you can do it, so can I. I can give Him control…I can live a life of worship. By your example.
And Mary said:
‘My soul glorifies the Lord and
my spirit rejoices in God my Savior,
for He has been mindful of the
humble state of His servant…
for the Mighty One has done great things for me
— Holy is His Name.‘
How about you, friend? Can you let it all go and give your whole self to Him? Like Mary? I’d love to hear.
Thanks for sharing your time with me.