The time has come....

I love this picture of Mary, and her sweet baby.

She seems to say so much with her eyes.

It's as though I can imagine what fears must have ran through her mind,

holding this tiny gift from God.

As though I can feel the peace she has,

knowing that the Father was directly involved with her baby's upbringing.

Did she know the miracles He would perform for a simple, lame man?

Or for the blind, the sick, and the lepers?

For His diciples?

Or for the rest of the world?

Did she comprehend the pain her little baby would have to endure at the hands of mankind?

Did she understand how painful that would be for her, to stand back and watch, in the end?

Surely, the sweet stories and lessons He learned at her knee played a part in the stories and lessons he taught in his ministerings.

What tender feelings I feel towards this remarkable woman, and her sacrifice for her son.