His mother

Who was Mary?

She must have been exceptional. After all, God chose her to bear His Son. He chose her.

And she said yes.

She was greeted kindly by an angel, and she was perplexed. Not afraid, but perplexed. To whom could the angel be speaking? Certainly not her. She was humble.

She was told something impossible, and she asked “how?” She did not say, “That is impossible,” she asked for information. She had faith.

She was informed that her life would turn upside-down, and she responded, “I am the Lord’s servant.” No questions; no excuses; just simple, trusting obedience.

She sang.

“My soul magnifies the Lord,
and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior,
for he has looked on the humble estate of his servant.
For behold, from now on all generations will call me blessed;
for he who is mighty has done great things for me,
and holy is his name.
And his mercy is for those who fear him
from generation to generation.
He has shown strength with his arm;
he has scattered the proud in the thoughts of their hearts;
he has brought down the mighty from their thrones
and exalted those of humble estate;
he has filled the hungry with good things,
and the rich he has sent away empty.
He has helped his servant Israel,
in remembrance of his mercy,
as he spoke to our fathers,
to Abraham and to his offspring forever.”

Mary was all these things, but she was also a woman.

She was rebuked by Jesus.

She made mistakes.

And she grieved for her son.

And she treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart.

And I sometimes wonder, what fruit did her pondering produce?

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