Hey boys and girls =) as I shared with you in a past post even though my blog focuses on health, fitness, and a whole lotta running related stuff, I will take times to delve into other aspects of life and write about whatever is currently on my mind or heart.
It makes for a happier blogger girl to get some of that other stuff outta my head 😉
Christmas is coming. Glorious, beautiful Christmas.
It is my most favorite holiday, hands down. I love the family traditions, special recipes, shopping for gifts, wrapping ( I love making beautiful presents), the music, decorating my home, baking treats and sharing them with others… ahhhh so many delicious things to enjoy =) Yeah, stick around ’cause I plan to do several fun, happy spirited Christmas posts as we move through the month.
One of my favorite Christmas songs for years now has been a song called “Mary Did You Know”. The music part aside, the lyrics have always given me great thought to pause as the song inquires of thoughts from Mary about her son.
Maybe because I’m a mom of three sons it stirs my soul in a deep way. I know the love a mother has for her sons. I know the tender way they can treat me, how they can make me laugh, make me crazy, terrify me, amuse me, and delight me at their own unique personalities.
Of course, my sons aren’t the Son of God.
The song asks Mary if she knew one day her son would rule nations, or heal the blind and deaf or if she knew kissing her baby, she was kissing God’s face.
When I hear those words, I have wondered. Did Mary know those things?
Mary was a normal young woman chosen to deliver the Son of God. I can’t help but think she would’ve had LOTS on her mind, and maybe lots of questions, but I’m still left wondering, did Mary know things about her supernatural son?
I like to think, Jesus growing up, was like a normal little boy. Active, busy, inquiring, into things, maybe making Mary breath a deep sigh of relief when he was (finally) taking a nap.
But could Mary know beyond an earthly sense things about her son ? His destiny? His calling? His purpose?
She had received the unusual visit from an angel who had announced to her that she was chosen to carry God’s Son. I’m pretty sure that would’ve set me on my ear. I wonder if she was given a special peace and understanding as she not only delivered this child but raised and cared for him in daily life…. as he grew up and grew closer to his destiny.
His destiny to die for the sins of mankind. The Lamb of God.
Did Mary fully know ? Could she ?
Yes, the angel had shared some things with her ( as if that wouldn’t blow your mind) but like any of us (cause we’re human) did she grasp it all ? How do you parent the Son of God ?
I wonder… Mary… did you know….
The reasons God chose you ? And ponder why ?
All of the amazing plan God had in store? or could you only see part?
That your son was really different from the other kids in the neighborhood ?
That some day he would miraculously heal the sick, blind and lame ? Stop storms in their tracks ?
That the boy she watched grow into a man would someday die in front of her on a cruel Roman cross ?
Did Mary know her son was also her Savior ?
Did she know at all the suffering she would go through watching her grown son die in front of her?
I think this is what gets me the deepest. That evokes pain my heart.
Wondering if she knew…. wondering how she stood up under that knowledge.
Several years ago, my middle son had a horrible wreck coming home. He flipped his truck several times before it rested towards the bottom of a hill. His friend was thrown from the truck. When a friend called concerned and he hadn’t shown up home, we went driving looking for him.
I will never forget that night. As a parent it was the most horrible, gut wrenching thing I’ve gone through. We came on the accident site and I had no idea at all if my son was ok or not. It was surreal.
The lights from emergency vehicles. The police telling us to stay in our car. My heart pounding out of my chest so loud I could hear and feel it.
My son. My beautiful, funny, strong willed, passionate middle son. I didn’t know how I would stand up to not having him.
After being told he and his friend were alert and transported to the hospital, I felt a little better, but still had no idea the condition he was in.
Arriving at the hospital and finally seeing him, bloodied and hurt, but talking and acting in his strong willed way relieved me. I wept with thankfulness for his life that had been spared ( his friend was ok too)
It’s this taste of personal agony that makes me think whenever I hear this song…that makes me wonder….
I wonder if Mary knew she wouldn’t be able to stop what would unfold.. watching in horror as her son was crucified.
Did she KNOW God’s plan for redemption and somehow rest in that? Knowing that her son would die, but rise to live again ?
She was human. She was a mom. That was her child too. Her beautiful son.
Mary, did you know ?
And what would you share with us about parenting God’s Son ? What tips of peace would you offer us in parenting our own children ? What encouragement would you give to us when we struggle with understanding the plans for our children’s lives ? Or feel the agony and pain of loss ? What would you teach us about the faithfulness of God and his perfect plans ? What joy would you share with us when you were reunited with your Son after the glorious resurrection ?
Mary, did you know when that angel first came to you, all the pain and joy you would experience or the incredible adventure you were about to be involved in ?
Yes. This song causes me to reflect deeply each time I hear it. And well, there’s just a lot we’ll never know. We can ponder, think, and reflect but we won’t ever know so many details ( I’m a woman… I love details! I want details!)
But this I do know, and it’s enough. Mary knew and trusted God. She trusted his plan. She was obedient and offered her life as an offering to be used…
and because of that I do know this… she brought MY Savior into the world who would someday die for me too… and for that… I’m immeasurably thankful.
I love this song too.
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