Now that I have a son of my own, I find myself thinking about the birth of Jesus from a different perspective this year. I can’t imagine the emotions she must have gone through throughout her son’s life.
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I wonder how Mary felt when the angel told her she would give birth to God’s Son.
I wonder if Mary felt humbled that God would choose her to bear and raise His Son.
I wonder how she felt knowing that her babe was born to die a cruel death on the cross.
I wonder what she thought of raising the Son of God.
I wonder how she felt about her son being the ultimate sacrifice for our sins.
I wonder how Mary felt as she watched her son suffer a horrible death on the cross.
I wonder what Mary thought when her son had been raised to life 3 days later.
I wonder how she felt knowing that her son, Jesus, had saved her life along with everyone else in the world.
Then I think about the kind of faith that Mary must have had. If I were in her shoes (erm, sandals?), I’d be prone to worry and not trust God. I can’t imagine giving birth to my son knowing that he’d one day die a cruel death for the world. To trust God with something that big probably wasn’t easy. It almost makes my faith in God as I raise Asher with all the trials that come with raising a boy seem easy.
Ah, I love this time of year to reflect on the birth of our Saviour. :) This is one song that I still find so profound. And when I found this version of it, it brought me to tears (despite the fact that I’m not a huge fan of CeeLo Green).
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Mary’s faith in God when she gave birth to Jesus has challenged my own faith in Him as I raise my son.
