Mary thought and prayed, as she beheld His glory, this precious baby, perfect in every way...YES every way, the result of a miraculous conception. God chose her to give birth to His Son, The promised Messiah. He grew in her womb and now slept peacefully in her arms. We all love our children, yet she worshipped hers, literally!
Mary, the mother of God, Mary the child of God.
She did not know what God's plans were for Him. She simply obeyed, loved and nurtured her Child. She did not know she would watch Him live perfectly, preach with knowledge, conviction and passion, even at a young age. She would watch Him leave to start His ministry, stir up such controversy and dissension, draw crowds in the thousands, perform miracles, be betrayed. She never imagined she'd witness his suffering, his brutal death; that tears and gut-wretching weeping physically hurt. She held Him close to her breast and He suckled to gather His strength. In this moment, and forever more, her strength came from Him.