"Brightly shone the moon that night, though the frost was cruel"
There is something spiritual about being pregnant at Christmas (as I have been for the last two years). You cannot help but reflect inward and think of Mary and the precious babe she was carrying.
I remember a warm peace coming over me last Christmas. Filled with worry through much of the pregnancy I was anxious to meet our blessing and be assured everything was okay. I remember sitting in the glow of our tree rubbing my ever expanding belly and finding comfort in that fear.
This was not my first child. I was not an unwed young women. I was not riding a donkey into harsh frost of night. But because she suffered that pain and fear I am saved. Saved by her son.
As a mother I cannot imagine what she felt. That awe and wonder of a new baby is overwhelming in it’s own right but to know who is what, what she was being asked to do...
What did she see as she looked out of that manger into t he dark and still night. With the stars twinkling above her did she find herself at peace? Happy to be laying among the farm animals in the throws of labor? Did she slip from grace as I so often do. Complaining an bemoaning that Joseph couldn’t get her a room, full with child “you want me to sleep where?”
In our stories and paintings she is of course the imagine of grace. Always humble, always thankful. But she was human no? Susceptible to the same sinful ways and falls from grace as we are. She was just as likely to fall into the pit that hormones and tiredness ring your body through as I am, was.
This year I am not pregnant. There is no bond to Mary, yet as I nurse a baby in my arms I still feel that pull. That pull to wonder, was she amazed and awed? Did she always look at him and think, he was a gift or did she go frustrated with his dirty clothes being left all over his room?
I like to think that she was a mom just like the rest of us and there were good days and bad. The difference is grace. Not just to others, but grace to ourselves. to humble ourselves to the mistakes we make and know that tomorrow the sun will rise on that cruel frost and melt it away if only given the chance to shine out from behind the shadows.
We're taking 5 minutes (or more) to reveal in the creativity and inspiration of the season, join us? 'Twas the Write Before Christmas (but it could also be the Photo, the Poem, The Recipe, the....) Who knows where the prompt will take you...this was not at all what I expected when I scheduled this prompt!