Open for me the gates of righteousness;
I will enter them; I will offer thanks to the Lord.
"This is the gate of the Lord;
he who is righteous may enter."
I will give thanks to you, for you answered me
and have become my salvation.
The same stone which the builders rejected
has become the chief cornerstone.
This is the Lord's doing, and it is marvelous in our eyes.
On this day the Lord has acted; we will rejoice and be glad in it. Psalm 118:19-24
Dear Mama,
I am doing well here with Aunt Elizabeth and Uncle Zechariah. The weather has been beautiful and relatively cool, here in the mountains. Their home is so nicely situated at the base of the hill and next to the river. I had forgotten how restful it is here. It is very odd that Uncle Zechariah cannot speak at all. I know elders grow deaf sometimes, but I never expected one would go mute. Auntie told me the story about his encounter with an angel who told him about our child, and how Zechariah doubted the angel and was made mute. He kept jumping in while she was telling the story, correcting the details with gestures and sometimes writing. They seem very happy and excited about the baby, yet privately I am concerned. They are so old!
Mama, Auntie is quite big with this child, but she continues with her chores with great gusto. She is such a delight to be around as she sings hymns all the time and stops to pray often. They read the scriptures together at the end of each meal and have me participating too. Her faith and life have really given me courage, as did my conversation with Joseph on our trip here. He told me he too had a dream and was told my "situation" was the work of the Lord! I think we both shed some tears then, when we realized we were called to be responsible for this holy child. We didn't make any decisions yet but he promised we would be married and he would care for us both. Mama, I am so grateful for him.
I know I have made your lives miserable from time to time and the child within is making things worse. If I could make it easier for you and Papa, I surely would. I will be home before long, and we can talk and pray things through. Give my love to Papa, please, and don't worry, at least, not too much.
love,
Mary




























