The closer we get to Christmas, the more I start thinking and wondering what it must have really been like on that night.
I have had 4 children. All of those children were born in hospitals, and I was surrounded by knowledgable doctors and nurses who were there to help me if anything went wrong. I had the modern convenience of a bed, warm blankets, and medication to ease the pain. During each of those births, I was also just an arm's length or so away from my husband, my mother, and other family members who were there to love and support me.
What did Mary have that night?
Mary had her husband, Joseph, and the knowledge that she was about to bring forth the most important human being who ever set foot on this earth.
How does one process information like that? I know that as a mother, my number one concern is that I just don't screw any of my children up too badly. They belong to our loving Father in Heaven, first and foremost, and He has entrusted them to me. That is a scary thought sometimes because I am extremely imperfect and fall short a lot. I cannot imagine knowing that my child was the literal Son of God and that He would carry such a great responsibility. Talk about pressure.
Did she really know and understand? Maybe not entirely. Maybe she was like the rest of us who learn things bit by bit and line upon line. I do believe, however, that Mary trusted in God completely. I believe that He was with her on that special night and He blessed her with strength and courage to do this very hard thing.
I like to imagine what it was like after Jesus was born. In my experiences, the moment each of my children were born, I was filled with such immense feelings of joy, love, and relief that the birthing process was over. Then I was immediately filled with concern and hoped that they were healthy. The atmosphere was slightly chaotic as the doctor and nurses finished their tasks and as Mark and I rejoiced in the newest member of our family.
But in Mary's case? What were those moments like, I wonder? I am positive that she probably experienced those same feelings of joy, love and relief. But then, I am sure that it was just still. The only sounds were probably the sounds from the animals that surrounded her, but I imagine that there was just a sweet stillness that enveloped the little family.
In those quiet moments, I like to imagine that Mary was being taught by the Spirit. She was probably pondering her responsibilities, maybe even feeling a bit overwhelmed, but I firmly believe that God was with her and that He was teaching her and comforting her.
I leave this post with one more song, a little bonus, if you will. It's one that you may have not have heard before. It's a beautiful lullaby, written and performed by the talented Cherie Call. The title is "I Just Knew." The lyrics are thought-provoking and the melody is beautiful.
I hope that as you listen, you will open your heart to the Holy Spirit. I also hope that you will take some time during this next week to ponder as Mary did; to ask God, "How can I do this?" I know that even though we have not been asked to bring forth the Son of God, we all have special and unique purposes to fulfill. God can help us fulfill those and He can help us to truly know what it is He needs us to do.
Lyrics for "I Just Knew"
He’s the son of a king, but He came to us with nothing
No purple robe, no crust of bread
With His soft tiny hands, He reached out for me to hold Him
There was no crown upon his head
So I guess that I should not have been surprised
When I saw the human tears in His holy infant eyes
And no one ever taught me how to sing
A lullaby for the son of a mighty king
But when I held Him in my arms
And I rocked Him just the way that mothers do, I just knew
Just as we knew he would be, He lived so selflessly
He was a legend in the land
People came from far and wide, they looked at Him with pleading eyes
Longing for the healing in His hands
And in those endless busy days
He still had time for me, He always found a way
And no one ever told me how to love
A healer and a teacher sent from up above
But when He cared for me and helped me
In the tender way that only He could do, I just knew
In sunlit moments I could see me in the traces of His smile
I know He came from me
But He was better than this world would allow
I could not save Him when He died
Now it seems that He’s the one who holds me when I cry
And everybody asks me how I’m sure
That the little boy I raised is our Redeemer
I could list the dreams and prophecies
And miracles that prove His mission true
But in all honesty
Every moment I was with him, I just knew.
I am loving my second chance at life.
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