Over the last two weeks I have been drawn into the story of Mary and Joseph like I have never been before. It’s as if my eyes are seeing it afresh, with wonder, curiosity, and questions.
And oh I have questions.
I go back to Adam and Eve, to Sarah and Abraham, David and Bathsheba…I see these couples setting the stage, being open to God at work in pretty rough circumstances to lead to this couple we talk more about this month than the rest of the year combined. I see the fall, and the need for the birth pangs of Mary. I see sin enter and know that redemption must follow. I see a promise to give and His promise fulfilled. I see beauty out of pride and selfishness, love and joy out of disruption and death.
I am not sure why this year is different, why I am finding such delight in Mary and Joseph. In combing through their story together, and separately, to see the joy and peace in which they felt within.
They made themselves available to God, with some questions of course, but a faith that swept the doubts away. Humble hearts prepared Him room in theirs, and in this world. I think about how often I make room for His plans in my life and how I respond when I know His call is for me to do, to be, to act. (And we know our call, the siren of obedience that we shrug off more than we heed)
All I can dwell upon as I read and reflect, seeking to dig into the lives of Mary and Joseph at this particular point in their story is that they didn’t know they were THE Mary and Joseph. No, they were just Mary and Joseph.
I’m finding over and over that He births His plans out of the most unlikely situations. While I may be just Sara, He is THE God Most High, bringing about His glory through any means He chooses.