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And a Sword Will Pierce Your Own Soul
Series: Reclaimed - Uncovering Your Worth
Week 6: Rising Action: Mary - Day 4
For whoever wants to save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life for me and for the gospel will save it. What good is it for man to gain the whole world, yet forfeit his very soul? Or what can a man give in exchange for his soul? (Mark 8:35-37 NIV).
Yesterday we spent some time in the text examining some of the predicaments in which Mary found herself. Despite what you might think, it wasn’t always easy being the mother of God in the flesh. Having a Son who was carrying out the will of His divine Father had some major perks, but also posed some challenges. We know very little about Jesus’s early life, but, I think it is safe to say, there were probably more than a few bumps in the road. I think Mary’s habit of remembering what God had done for her in the past, as evidenced in the Magnificat we studied, gave her the hope and strength she needed to navigate the trials she encountered as the mother of Jesus. I also believe, that nothing, absolutely nothing, that she had ever experienced could have prepared her for the future, for the gut-wrenching and altogether devastating events that would unfold. Turn to Luke 2:22-35 and read what happens when Jesus is presented at the temple sometime in the first weeks of his life.
What is it that Simeon says to Mary about her son Jesus?
These are not exactly words of comfort for a young mother already overwhelmed and exhausted by the demanding days and nights of taking care of a newborn baby, are they?
You never forget that first pregnancy. Every one is incredible and beautiful, but you never forget the joy of living every day with a miracle growing in your belly for the first time. Feeling the kicks and jabs of your little love is exhilarating, even though they can also be painful enough to take your breath away. And absolutely nothing compares to the joy you feel the second that sweet little life takes its first breath. I remember the moment as if it was yesterday. The nurses placed my firstborn on my chest, and I looked into his eyes. The first hours, and months, are somewhat of a blur, but I do remember the staring. Always staring. Always watching. Always awed. This tiny and perfect person belonged to me. I struggled to fathom the greatness of the gift. I watched him stretch, yawn, and strain to open his precious eyes, only to, ever so quickly, succumb back to sleep. I had been given a front row seat. In those early days it was to observe the peaceful slumber, but that would change. He would grow and I would be there for first laughs, first steps, first days of school, and for every other milestone in between. It is one of the finest gifts ever to be called a mother.
Have you had the joy of experiencing what I described above? Share some below. If you are not a mother, ...
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