“But Mary treasured all these things in her heart and often pondered what they meant.”
Luke 2:19 TPT
Luke’s description of Mary’s reaction on the night of the birth of Jesus caused me to consider the God who knows me.
The same God who knew Mary, the young woman, a virgin who was visited by an angel and told,
“this is your assignment from God”.
You will give birth to the Savior of the world. You are a player in the miraculous plan of God to make an eternity of peace possible for all.
I’m humbled as I think of the tiny bit of peace giving I could give and yet, tend to be inconsistent, tend to often need more and more grace.
And God continues to give it, continues to understand me.
I sit on the rainy morning in a quiet house, thinking of which direction to go next, asking God to guide my painting back to the place that was His idea.
Asking forgiveness for time spent on comparison, for bitter doubt over unmet expectations.
Where are you feeling vulnerable or maybe you’re not?
Maybe you don’t think so heavily. Or maybe your vulnerability is not shared. That’s okay. God sees and comes near with understanding.
I sit a little longer, let the sounds be my comfort. I open my Bible to read about angels, drawn towards the reality of them. My interest is peaked.
I’m excited again. I may begin to paint angels again and not simply call them women.
God is near. God is doing a new thing in me today, actually continuously.
“Suddenly, an angel of the Lord appeared in radiant splendor before them, lighting up the field with the blazing glory of God, and the shepherds were terrified! But the angel reassured them, saying, “Don’t be afraid. For I have come to bring you good news, the most joyous news the world has ever heard! And it is for everyone everywhere! For today in Bethlehem a rescuer was born for you. He is the Lord Yahweh, the Messiah. You will recognize him by this miracle sign: You will find a baby wrapped in strips of cloth and lying in a feeding trough!” Then all at once, a vast number of glorious angels appeared, the very armies of heaven! And they all praised God, singing: “Glory to God in the highest realms of heaven! For there is peace and a good hope given to the sons of men.”
Luke 2:9-14 TPT
I imagine the sky that ancient evening as blue as coal tinted silvery. I can see the figures, angelic in form and with a beauty translucent. I see Mary cradling the baby she was chosen to deliver.
I sense her awe down deep in my soul and I know the same aching.
I know the awe of being rescued.
Redeemed, given grace towards restoration.
Have you heard about the alignment of the stars predicted next week?
Talk is it may snow here on Christmas Day, here in South Carolina we may get to sit next to windows and be quieted by the rare occurrence of falling snow.
We may be gifted with unexpected beauty.
Quietly now I’ve journaled notes to myself about God and me.
God cares about you. God loves you. God has a purpose for you today. God is orchestrating miraculous unseen things for your good and His glory. God is in control.
God can be trusted.
I think of Mary again, of the way she didn’t fully understand even after her baby boy was born and perhaps even through all His days on earth, she was simply a participant in a life chosen for her that was miraculously complex and simply required trust, acceptance and surrender.
I pray I embrace the ways of Mary, pondering so many things and still believing expectantly.
I pray the same for you.
Sitting longer than I felt I should today and refusing to call myself lazy, I rest a minute more
And then far off the geese approach and I listen to them as they make their presence known.
“Here they come.” I hear my mama and I ponder.
I wonder if the angels told her.
Your daughter needs reminding,
“She is seen and loved and known. God is for her.”
Continue and believe. Christmas came.
“For today in Bethlehem a rescuer was born for you. He is the Lord Yahweh, the Messiah.”
Luke 2:11 TPT