“Behold, I am the servant of the Lord; may it be done to me
according to your word.”. And the angel left her.
just a girl
seen and fully known by God
chosen in His holy knowing
there was a moment of momentous ask
this young girl
even at that moment knew the ask would mean heartache,
and all of heaven held its breath
until the girl whispered her worshipful
this whisper that has echoed through the centuries
and the totality of Almighty God, encased in a tiny seed,
was implanted into the womb of one of His created …..
Love’s plan to recapture His bride had begun …
advent means coming …
and here we are in a season of advent, in the midst of a season of covid ..
this covid that has taken so much away, freedom, fellowship, comfort, even life ….. this covid that is causing all the glitter of Christmas to be put aside …..
in that bare stillness
one can more easily hear the echo of that whisper …
of that coming ….
and what is Almighty God asking of me this season?
am I struggling, unwilling, unable to say “may it be done to me”?
is His ask too big? Is the cost too high?
Is my yearning for Him greater than my yearning for the glitter? for the way things used to be?
am I able to look beyond all the loss and seek only to plant a seed of hope in the soil of someone else’s sadness?
can I, too, simply be pregnant with the promise of His again coming and learn to sing the song of the Lord in this strange land of Covid while I wait?
Holy, holy, holy
Is the Lord God Almighty
The One Who was
And Who is to come.