Today in my time with my heavenly Dad, again, Christmas came up. Evidently, He’s giving me the heads up that it’s coming and I need to prepare myself…it’s not going to be easy.
The song,”Mary Did You Know,” resonated from the computer as I was “listening” to my heavenly Dad. That song continues to ask Mary, if she had insight into what was revealed to the world through the centuries yet to come.
Wow. Can you imagine being Mary and watching this little being that was birthed from a miracle continue on a miraculous path, with phenomenons demonstrated over the course of His life? Walking on water, do you think people are really going to believe you when you explain that your kid did that? Calming a storm: Seriously? Your neighbor who watched Him play in a puddle is going to be like,”I saw that one coming” ??? Water into wine: Whoa! She asked Him to do that, so you know she knew what He was capable of.
Luke 4:24 “Truly I tell you,” he continued, “no prophet is accepted in his hometown.”
So, in my mental meanderings, two paths open:
- Do I see/take the time to look at how special the people around me are and encourage them to practice what I see/know they are capable? Do I, instead, jump on the bandwagon with the rest of the world, not looking for or seeing what is spectacularly distinct about those persons. They disappear into the crowd, though they stand at my side.
2. A personal reflection: in my current walk, will people be asking me later,”Did you have any idea when Archie went home ___ would happen?” and that it would be beauty from my ashes? That would be the hope.
Let’s face it, if Mary did know, she would have wrapped Jesus in bubble wrap, whisked him away from all those nasty people who were going to torture and kill her son and His destiny…and ours, too, would never have been fulfilled.
Don’t get me wrong, it’s not a message of “what you don’t know can’t hurt you.” Had Archie’s cancer been diagnosed earlier there is a very good chance Taylor and my path would have been completely different. Early detection of illness is DEFINITELY the way to go
Buuuut…with that being said, I’m glad I didn’t have the opportunity to bubble wrap Arch and keep him from living the life God intended for him.
Until another day, enjoy: