I woke this morning on a pillowtop mattress under the warmth of my down comforter. She woke that morning on a bed of scratchy hay, covered loosely in dirty stable blankets.
My first born was delivered under medical care in a sterile hospital room. Hers came in a crude barn into the rough hands of her frightened husband.
My marriage followed a lovely ceremony with family and friends. Hers began in private surrounded by confusion and controversy.
In many ways, Mary’s story and mine are incomparable, yet I have seen several ways they are alike.
She was given a task greater than herself, and I too am unqualified for the work God has called me to do.
She delivered the Messiah to a dark hurting world. God asks me to bring light with my words and deeds.
She knew mercy would be given to those who would receive it. “His mercy extends to those who fear Him.”
She knew her greatest peace would come in surrendering to God’s will. “May it be to me as you have said.”
Her soul found strength in glorifying God. “My soul glorifies the Lord and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior.”
And she knew only God could understand all of her emotions. “But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart.”
These are all truths I long to be written on my heart as well.
Her journey was long with many challenges along the way. So, too, mine often feels overwhelming.
Her heart was fragile, yet fully trusting of God’s good will for her life.
Her faith was beyond her years, and her strength was from deep within.
I find in the Christmas story that I continually look to Mary. I want to be like her. I want my heart to trust like hers. I want my soul to be as strong as hers. I want my purpose, like hers, to be bringing Christ to a world in need.
May we share her humility and her simplicity.
May we have her faith.
May we follow her submissive heart.
May we find strength in rest and trust.
May we resign our will to God’s alone.
“For the Mighty One has done great things for me- Holy is His name.” Luke 1:49