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I Want To Be Her

"May it be to me as you have said." Luke 1:38

"Blessed is she who has believed that what the Lord has said to her will be accomplished." Luke 1:45

I want to be her. We talk a lot about baby Jesus around this time. We talk about the miracle of Mary being pregnant even though she was a virgin. We focus on her age and the sacrifice she made. We like the manger and the star and the wise men. Rarely do we talk about Mary's unabashed faithfulness.

Let's talk about Mary's story. Her she is, a teenager, planning her wedding, going about her business. Then, all of a sudden, an angel appears. Say what?!?! The angel doesn't just sit there and hang out with Mary. Nope. This angel tells Mary the most outrageous tale: she was to become pregnant but not in the conventional sense. God would divinely bring the Savior for all to life through her. Say what...again?!?! You would have to pick me up off the floor if I were her. But not Mary. What's her response?

"May it be to me as you have said." Luke 1:38

Cool. An angel just came and told me I was going to carry Jesus and raise him. Awesome. No pressure. Let it be done. Gah. I wish I could say that would be my reaction but sadly, I don't think I can own that.

I want to be her.

I want God to call me to whatever it is I need to do and my reaction to be faithful. I know there have been many times when God has called me to something and I did not respond with, "May it be." I probably through a temper tantrums wailing my arms and stomping my feet.

Why is it so hard?

I know I don't have an angel coming to speak to me but I know God. I know his character. I know who he is. I know his goal is to bless and keep me. So, why doesn't my reaction mimic Mary's? I'm human, I guess. But, so was she.

I want to be like Mary. I want to be faithful, believing, calm when God calls me. I want to follow through and live out the will he has for me. For I know that in the end, I am blessed.

Mary believed God. She believed what he told her through that angel. And, in turn, she was blessed. Was her life easy? Absolutely not. She had to raise a Savior. And we think we have it hard when we go through the terrible threes (Because, let's be real, the threes are much more difficult than the twos). She also had to watch her son be beaten and murdered. But, the Bible says she was blessed.

I want to be her. Jeremiah 29:11-14 has been my life verse for the last 20 years. I am thinking I need a change. Change is good. I think Luke 1:38 needs to guide my steps in the coming months because I want to be her.

Love & Blessings,
Meg

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