i've been thinking a lot about mary lately.
mary: the mother of God.
i'm not sure the reason.
it might have something to do with the fact that i, myself, just had a baby and am in the throes of life a newborn.
or, perhaps, it has something to do with my increasing time as a mother...chalk it up to experience...
or maybe i'm just becoming more pensive as i grow older...thinking more deeply about things and taking less at face value.
whatever the reason, i find myself, sitting in front of the christmas tree, asking questions that i have no way of answering...
did she ever forget?
forget the wonder of that night?
it would be so easy to lose sight of God's wonderful plan and the majesty that had taken place that miraculous night in the daily routine of life, as she and joseph married and started adding to their family. life has a way of blinding our eyes...giving us tunnel vision...
did she ever get exasperated with Him and then immediately remember His divinity with a flush of guilt?
because, though He was God, He was also just a little boy. He may have been perfect but that didn't mean He didn't spill His milk...or get into the cupboards and spread flour all over the floor. i'm sure He messed His clothes right as mary was heading out the door. just because He was God didn't mean He didn't make His share of messes. because, as humans, we are prone to mess making.
i wonder if mary sighed as she stooped to sympathize with a skinned knee...
if she thought "i just want to sleep!!" as a baby's cries for milk shattered her slumber...
the pressure to be a perfect parent must have been so much greater as the mother of God...
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