I remember the first time I knew I was pregnant. I remember that first moment I knew that life was being shared with mine. I remember that first knowing that my breath was breathing and exhaling for another.
My heartbeat was different, not just the rhythm but the reason it was beating suddenly felt different.
The idea that I was carrying a being with purpose.
I began to think differently. I began to eat differently. I began to dream differently. I began to plan differently.
While there were no visible signs early on, it was me who’s life beat with a new reason.
I picture Mary…as I had felt.
She woke up one day to an awareness that her life and breath were no longer her own.
Her heartbeat was different, skipping to a rhythm entirely unique to what she had always known.
Her purpose was different for she carried the beating heart of the one who would come and mend the hearts of humanity.
How beautiful to know that hope and peace was pulsing through her veins.
I know the responsibility felt when carrying a child. Young Mary was carrying the Savior of the world in her womb. Within her frame she carried fear, hope, expectation and deliverance inside the walls of her own human frailty. Within her she carried Love.
Love had come.
Love had come just like Love promised it would. Love had come to…
“Bind up the brokenhearted,
to proclaim freedom for the captive,
and release from darkness for the prisoners,
to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor and the day of vengeance of our God,
to comfort all who mourn, and provide for those who grieve in Zion —
to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes,
the oil of joy instead of mourning,
and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair.” Isaiah 61:1-3
Wrapped in flesh, Love had come.
The same Love that was birthed through a young girl named Mary is the same Love that has been reborn in us.
Love has come.
We carry within our own broken, tattered, weary frames the spirit of the living God of redemption.
He has come to us. He lives in us. So we must live like He lives in us.
I think of how carefully I carried myself all of those precious 9 months of pregnancy. I think of how particular I was about protecting that which lived within me and I am convicted all over again to protect and carry myself as the Savior lives in me.
I remind myself that I must breathe differently. Breathe in the truth of God’s Word, His promises, His love and exhale His hope to a broken world around me. This means stepping outside of my comfort zone, getting out of my own head, removing my excuses or hindrances that keep me from sharing the life within me.
“The Spirit of the Sovereign Lord is on me, because the Lord has anointed me to proclaim good news to the poor.” Isaiah 61:1
I remind myself to think differently. My thoughts often center around worrying, fretting and trying to control the trivial things of the here and now. At times my fears keep me from living externally as though something has transformed me inwardly. Thoughts are powerful.
“Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable if anything is excellent or praiseworthy–think about such things.” Philippians 4:8
“Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewal of your mind, that by testing you may discern what is the will of God, what is good and acceptable and perfect.” Romans 12:2
Most of all, I am reminded to love differently. Since love came specifically to forgive me, I’m called to forgive, I’m called to give mercy, I’m called to love because He because love came for me.
“There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment. The one who fears is not made perfect in love. We love because he first loved us.” 1 John 4:18-19
Love has come for us.
Love has delivered us.
Love has asked us to deliver the message of His most perfect love.
Love has come.
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