I was engaged to a man named, Joseph.  Our marriage was planned long before we even knew each other.  Both of us were from the lineage of King David, but those days of glory were long gone for our people.  Instead of being princesses or princes of the former royal line, we were a simple, ordinary couple planning to be married and start a family.

It was customary for girls at the age of 14 to marry.  I had no idea what to expect. Joseph was chosen to be my husband, the marriage contract had been signed and now came the waiting period.  It would be twelve months before we actually became husband and wife.  At 14, I was used to accepting the tasks at hand.  I would make a good wife and companion for Joseph, but perhaps that waiting time would get me prepared for the other duties that came along with marriage.  I was still a child myself and had never been with a man.

One morning, as I was gathering water from the well, a bright light exploded before my eyes and I fell to my knees in fear.  A voice came out of nowhere and told me not to be afraid – that he was God’s own messenger, Gabriel, and that I had found favor with God.  He then said I would conceive and bear a son.

I was stunned and confused.  How could it be that I’d have a child without ever having known a man?  I wasn’t even married.  Still there was comfort in the angel’s voice.  He assured me that I would be the vessel for God’s own Son.  The child would be conceived by the Holy Spirit and His name would be called Jesus. In order for this child to become true man and true God, He would have to go through the trauma of the birthing process.  He would feel every contraction and pain that went along with it.

Gabriel wasn’t done with me yet.  He said that my cousin, Elizabeth, was also about to have a baby.  He would be the forerunner of the coming Messiah. Elizabeth was well along in years, as was her husband, Zacharias, and it should have seemed impossible for this to happen.

I soon learned that nothing is impossible with God.

A million thoughts ran through my mind that day.  How could all this be possible?  What would I tell my parents?  How would Joseph react?  The townspeople would naturally believe I had sinned and deserved to be put to death for being promiscuous and unfaithful to my future husband.

Those thoughts remained in my mind for just a moment, as I realized that God had blessed me with this great honor.  I had nothing to do with it.  He was going to use me, to fulfill His most miraculous promise to the world.  He, Himself, was coming to live among the people – to become one of us – to feel our pains and sorrow – to suffer indignation – to be honored by His people and then turned upon by those same crowds.  He would be tortured and die on a cross to bear the sins of the world.  Maybe it was because of my age – maybe because of the miraculous way the message was given to me – maybe God was working within me already to accept His word by faith.

All those women who had come before me, knew that the promise would be accomplished through their bloodline and now it was coming to fruition.

I went to stay with Elizabeth for three months and also digest the words I’d been told by the angel.  The moment she saw me coming to her, she knew that the Savior would soon be born and that I would be the one to bear Him.  We both rejoiced in this blessing from God which had come to both of us.

Joseph also was visited by Gabriel, assuring him that I had not been unfaithful – that I would have a child, conceived by God and His name would be Jesus.

Even through this long history of our family, filled with the lowliest of sinners, a Savior would come.  The wait was worth it.  Jesus was born and He came to save the world.  Nothing is impossible with God.




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
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