future plans

Certainly, because I am a mom, I am drawn to Mary at Christmas time.  The miracle of birth is overwhelming all by itself.  I remember when each of my sons were born, gazing on their perfectly formed bodies - the impossibly tiny features (which years later twin grandgirlies demonstrated were not that tiny).  The miracle of life!  The wonder of possibility!

 I don't ever remember thinking one of my son could be president or develop a cure for cancer or any other grand and glorious accomplishment.  They totally could - if that was their bent.  But it was enough to behold the miracle of new life and let time and their ambitions take them where they would.  I wasn't in to mapping out their future.

 But Mary, on the other hand, was granted the heavenly view of who her son would be - and that was a heady thing!  President?  Too mundane.  Cure cancer?  Too pedestrian.  How about Savior of the World!!!  How's that for midnight pondering while nursing your baby who is totally dependent on you?  (Side note: what went through her thoughts when child number two was born?  Hmmm)

 Thank you, Mary, for keeping it together through midnight feedings and colicky nights.  Thank you for mending his clothes and kissing scraped knees.  Thank you for obedience and pondering and staying the course. 

 Thank you for bringing us our Savior.