Tuesday, December 1, 2015

Mary Letter - Day 3

Then Jesus entered the temple and drove out all who were selling and buying in the temple, and he overturned the tables of the money changers and the seats of those who sold doves. He said to them, "It is written,
'My house shall be called a house of prayer'; but you are making it a den of robbers."
The blind and the lame came to him in the temple, and he cured them. But when the chief priests and the scribes saw the amazing things that he did, and heard the children crying out in the temple, "Hosanna to the Son of David," they became angry and said to him, "Do you hear what these are saying?" Jesus said to them, "Yes; have you never read,
'Out of the mouths of infants and nursing babies you have prepared praise for yourself'?" Matthew 21:12-18

Dear Auntie,
today I saw my reflection in the still pond behind us. I had to pull up my top to gaze at my belly. It is astonishing! I can see the outline of his little body. I watched in amazement as he moved around and kicked. This holy child which God has asked me to carry, is simply much like other babies and yet is to be extraordinary. Will people believe him, do you think? Will they honor him as much as God has honored me?
I spend a great deal of time at home alone. Momma is afraid for me and so Daddy has ordered me to stay around the house. I try to get out in the air as much as possible, without being seen. I stay in our back garden, behind the wall, sitting and sewing. Sometimes I draw and often I find myself falling asleep. I miss the company of other young girls but they are afraid of me now. My friends have been told to keep away. When I sleep I dream of the man he will be. Handsome and brave and full of God's love. I only hope I can make it through these days.
I know your time is very near Auntie. Please know I am praying for your safe delivery. God bless you always - and keep me in your prayers. I never thought it would be this hard.

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