I have a new found appreciation for Mary.
The mother of God, I mean. Her story is one of those that you hear often, especially around Christmas, and so take it for granted. But let's break it down for a second.
She was a young girl engaged. What a time of excitement. She was probably giddy with wedding plans and preparing for wifey responsibility. She was a good girl, a virgin. The bible says her betrothed was a righteous man. And then here comes the angel Gabriel to rock her world.
He tells her that soon she will be giving birth to the Son of God, she will name him Jesus, and he will reign forever. I don't know about y'all, but that would just be too much for me to balance with my hormones. And yet, she lays down her plans and reputation to bring glory to God's kingdom. Without a fight!
And that's not all. Let's talk about her trip to Bethlehem. Several versions of the Bible say that Mary was "great with child." In other words, she was big. If you've ever been pregnant, you know this feeling. You were once great with child also. Remember how you couldn't see your feet, but you could feel how swollen they were? Remember the back pain, the heartburn, and not being able to sleep? Unless you are one of those chicks who felt glorious the last weeks before giving birth. In that case, keep it to yourself.
She traveled from Nazareth to Bethlehem. I don't even know how many miles that is, but it's way too far for a pregnant lady. She probably rode on a donkey to top it off. I found it uncomfortable to ride for two hours in an air conditioned vehicle to my parents' house.
What a beautiful display of surrender. Could I do that for my God and King? Could I risk losing my worldly love, acceptance, and comfort? Could I let Him rock my world? Mary did, and she turned out to be a key player in the saving of the world.