I sit here this morning thinking about a wonderful story I shared about a mother's love for her baby boy. I shared the story last year. I thought about the story when I awoke this morning. I thought about it because Christmas is coming.
Yes, the story was about Mary's love for Jesus.
Every time my kids leave for school or to a friend's house I pray for their safe return. What if I knew that one day I would be telling them goodbye for the last time?
I think about when Jesus turned the water into wine. Mary asked him to do it. He responded by asking her if she knew what she was asking. She said that she knew. She said that they needed the wine. He was performing a miracle in front of many people. I learned Mary telling Jesus that the people needed Him and she was letting Him go. What a brave thing for a mother to do. She was letting her son follow a path that she knew would ultimately lead to his death. I do not think I could ever do that.
I look at my three kids and I do not think I could ever do that. I raised these wonderful children. I nurtured them. I kissed boo-boos. I love my kids. Who would not love them. They are so darn cute and funny.
Maybe I could do it if the Lord asked me to do it. Who knows what we can do if asked?
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