But the angel said to her, “Do not be afraid, Mary; you have found
favor with God. You will conceive and give birth to a son, and you are
to call him Jesus. He will be great and will be called the Son of the Most High. The Lord God will give Him the throne of His father David, and He will
reign over Jacob’s descendants forever; his kingdom will never end.”
- Luke 1:30-33
Do not be afraid.
He said He would rise. He told me again and again that He would not stay wrapped in those grave clothes for long. My baby, the little boy I wrapped in swaddling cloth, wrapped in grave clothes - I can’t bear the thought of it. But I had to go to Calvary; I had to see if it was true. “Do not be afraid,” He said. I wasn’t afraid; I was ripped in half.
You have found favor with God.
Favor? This doesn’t feel like favor. Why me? Why my son? Couldn’t you have chosen someone else, Father? But I knew from the beginning that it wasn’t my plan and He wasn’t just my son. He’s Your son and He was Yours long before He was mine.
You will conceive and give birth to a son, and you are to call him Jesus.
I listened to them mocking him. “So you’re the Messiah, are you?” and oh how it hurt because I knew. I knew what Gabriel said, I felt him grow inside of me, I watched him grow up, I heard about the miracles, I saw the power of the Lord in the flesh. And I saw him hanging there and my heart still can’t bear it.
He will be great and will be called the son of the most high. His kingdom will never end.
But deep down inside there was this peace, a peace that surpassed understanding. I knew exactly what He was doing… as I sat there weeping, my son was establishing His kingdom forever. I realized that the baby boy I loved with all of my heart loved me more than I could ever imagine. He loved me so much that He hung on that cross. And in His final hours, He still cared for me. He still ensured my protection and provision. But more than that, He secured my eternity.
But, nonetheless it hurt more than anything I had ever felt before. Weeping filled my every breath. Although I knew He was safe with the Father, I longed for Him to be standing beside me again, embracing me in a hug, calling me his mama. They laid Him in the tomb and rolled a stone to block the entrance. Oh how I wanted to hold Him, to tell Him over and over how much I love Him. But, I had to go. And as I walked further and further away from my precious baby boy I felt like piece after piece of my heart was crumbling away until there was nothing left. Why Father, why did you take Him?
So, today I returned to that tomb to celebrate Him and honor Him for the life He lived and the death He died. We rounded the corner and I saw it and let out a gasp. Oh Father, how gracious a God you are! The stone was gone, the tomb open, my Jesus risen. A tear ran down my cheek as I turned to the others, “He’s not here. He told me He wouldn’t be. Come, let’s tell everyone that my baby boy is alive!”
He is not here; He has risen! Remember how He told you while He was still with you in Galilee: “The son of man must be delivered over to the hands of sinners, be crucified, and on the third day be raised again.” - Luke 24:6-7
1. Mary trusted God’s plan even though it caused her immense pain. In what ways can you trust that God is in complete control over your life even in situations where you are hurting?
2. Jesus loves us, and loved His own mother, far more than we could ever love Him. In what areas of your life do you need to be reminded of how loved you are by the Lord?
Father thank you for sending Your only Son to die for me. Thank You that because of His sacrifice I can live in right relationship with You. Thank You Lord that I can trust Your plan because over and over You have proved faithful. Lord thank You that I am loved securely and paid for by the cross. Amen.
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