Mary Letter Day Twelve

1 In you, O Lord, 

have I taken refuge;

 let me never be put to shame; 

deliver me in your righteousness. 

2 Incline your ear to me; 

make haste to deliver me.  

3 Be my strong rock, 

a castle to keep me safe, 

for you are my crag

 and my stronghold;

for the sake of your Name, 

lead me and guide me. 

4 Take me out of the net that 

they have secretly set for me, 

for you are my tower of strength. 

5 Into your hands 

I commend my spirit, 

for you have redeemed me, 

O Lord, O God of truth. 

Psalm 31:1-5

Dear Auntie Elizabeth,

We are married! Oh, I had dreams since I was a little girl that my wedding would be glorious with a large party and lots of music and dancing. We are married, but the dreams I had did not match the day. It was just seven of us, Cousin Eli, the rabbi, his wife and young son along with the four of us in this household. We didn't dare announce it anywhere or have music and dancing to alert the neighbors. Mama made a splendid feast, and Papa made a sweet toast. We were careful to keep our celebration quiet because folks have been so very cruel. And yet, when all was said and done, we are married and happy about it. Joseph can now stay with me here as my husband. I'm still learning how to even say that!

Auntie, Joseph has been so tender and kind. He decided, before the wedding, that until the baby is delivered, he will sleep on a separate cot in my room. He wants to protect me and does not want to do anything to harm the baby. He sees that I am "great" with child and want me to have to whole bed. He did not say this, but I know he's a bit nervous around me in my condition. I know he has taken on a great responsibility by marrying me. He wants to do right by me, my family and the Lord. We talk into the night, every night, and I fall asleep to the sound of his voice. It makes me feel safe in these dangerous days.

I have heard your little boy John is thriving, getting fat on his mother's milk! And Papa said that Zechariah is overjoyed to be a father and to talk again. They can't keep him quiet Papa said! I am so grateful for your letters and your prayers!

Love,

Mary