You just gave birth to a beautiful baby boy.
He has hair!
What a blessing, as not all babies have hair.
He’s so small. Fragile.
You nurse him. The bond is strong.
You thank God for him.
His first smile is saved just for you.
His face lights up when he sees you.
Your voice is the one that calms his cries.
You hear his first word “da-da”. His happy sound.
You know he really meant to say “ma-ma”.
You hold him and you hold him tight.
You rock him to sleep.
You change him.
You bath him.
You feed him.
You pray for him.
You love him.
You watch him grow.
Toddling turns to walking.
Walking turns to running.
Boys are active!
You chase him.
You entertain him.
You teach him.
You sing to him.
You answer him.
You watch him.
You play games with him.
When he falls, you pick him up.
Clumsiness turns to confidence.
Words come easily.
Up, up, up he grows.
He’s too big to pick up when he falls now, but you’re there anyway.
When he’s sick, you nurse him back to health.
His body is changing.
His voice, deeper.
You are proud of the man he is becoming.
You protect him.
You watch out for him.
You continue to nurture this growing child into a man.
You squabble, a little, but he respects you.
He does what you ask.
And before you know it…it’s time.
It’s time to let him go and be a man.
It’s time to let him live his purpose and fulfill his destiny.
Reluctantly, you let him go.
You watch from afar, now.
And he goes.
He does everything and more than you ever dreamed.
He’s healing the sick.
He’s raising the dead.
Demons tremble in His presence.
He’s The One.
He’s prophecy fulfilled.
You always knew He was.
But, you still expect to see Him toddle around the corner.
Your son, the Son of Man.
Here to save us all.
But, you hear the rumors.
You hear the threats.
You feel the tension.
You don’t understand because He’s the one.
He’s the one they’ve been wanting.
He’s the one they’ve read about.
He’s the one they’ve waited on their whole lives.
He’s here, flesh and blood, He’s here!
He’s the one, you know He’s the one.
The Angel told you He was.
And He’s yours.
That’s what they said when they knew you were carrying Him in your womb.
Blessed to see the very lives He came to save, curse Him?
Blessed to see them beat Him?
Blessed to see Him near death?
Blessed to see Him nailed to a cross?
Blessed to have your heart ripped out of your chest?
Blessed to hear Him speak to you as He died?
“Dear woman, here is your son“.
You don’t want John!
You want Him!
Why doesn’t He just do what you know He can do and come off that cross?
“It is finished“.
And you watch them pierce His side.
Haven’t they done enough?
Pain. You feel pain.
The grief is too great to bare.
They drag you away from Him.
You’d stay there forever.
This isn’t blessed.
But He’s the one.
You know He’s the one.
It doesn’t feel like you’re blessed.
Not in the way you want to be.
But you knew.
Deep down in your soul…you knew.
He had to die.
Time is standing still, as you remember.
You remember the runny nose that you wiped clean.
You remember the rocking of the babe to sleep.
You remember picking Him up.
You remember every detail of His tiny face.
You remember every detail of His man face.
You remember searching for Him when He was a boy and finding Him in His Father’s house.
You remember later depending on Him.
“Dear Woman, My time has not yet come“.
Remembering brings waves of grief.
Grief turns to despair.
Despair turns to angst.
You didn’t think it was supposed to be like this.
You long for your son.
Death is so final.
This cannot be the end.
They come to interrupt your grief.
What do they mean “He’s not there”?
Where is He?
What do they mean?
He’s not there?
Confusion turns to understanding.
Understanding turns to joy.
He said “Destroy this temple, and in three days I will raise it up“.
That’s what He said!
Yes, of course, He’s Risen!
Yes, now you understand.
Blessed as the vessel that gave life to The One that would give His life for all.
Blessed to see Him fulfill every scripture.
Blessed to know He is risen.
And yes, blessed to see Him die, though the grief was overwhelming.
Blessed to be a part of a life that would change the World forever.