Weddings are a time of reunion in our family.  The young couple had pledged their love – food was served – relatives had arrived from all over. It was a homecoming of sorts – the first time I’d seen my son in quite a while.

He was no longer the little boy I rescued from the cuts and bruises of childhood, but now a confident and determined man.  His face exhibited a knowledge that only comes from experience.  I ran to greet Him and felt His strong arms tighten around me.

The party was full of conversation and laughter and delicious food and drink.  As I watched Him, it occurred to me that He no longer was the little boy who grew up under our roof.  He now exhibited a quiet strength and determination.  I knew that His real mission was underway.

I remembered Him as a young boy working alongside his stepfather.  His hands gripped the wood and crafted something wonderful from it.  Little did I realize that those same hands would some day be nailed to a cross made of wood.

A flood of memories came roaring into my mind.  Before His birth I was told that the Messiah would be born from my womb – how His blood would be shed for the salvation of the world – thoughts I had stored in my heart for years.

Time passed quickly and soon the wine had all been consumed. When I told Him about it he said, “What does this have to do with me?  My hour has not yet come.”  I quietly acquiesced, but knew in my heart that He would take care of it.  I told the servants to follow His directions to the letter.  I knew His miraculous work was about to begin.  He was no longer mine alone.  He now belonged to the ages.







About atimetoshare.me

As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on Amazon.com.
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  1. Wow !! Had me confused at “the Messiah would be born in my womb” !! Powerful post !! Blessings in Christ, bruce

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  2. Stupid me !! I didn’t take the time to look at the opening pic !! Duh !! 🙂

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