I'm the mother of a 6-year-old boy. A boy that I waited almost 10 years, after the birth of my lovely daughter, to have. I had no idea what I was missing until I held that big ole' boy for the first time. Up until that first encounter I was afraid that I would not love him as much as I loved my Tori. The second I saw his face, I was head-over-heels in love. Since that time Mr. Reid has brought so much love, joy and adventure into our home. He is full of witty insight, enthusiasm, hugs and energy. He literally transformed the atmosphere of our home. And the relationship I have with him is so very different from the special relationship I have with Tori...and I deeply cherish them both.
It's because I am the mother of a boy that I can't help but think of Mary during this time of year. Just the thought of putting myself in her shoes makes me begin to hyperventilate. We all know that it is really through the power of the Holy Spirit that we get this whole parenting thing right...but think about her. Here she is in a culture that takes purity before marriage EXTREMELY serious (the way it should be, by the way). She's young, innocent and has a promising future with a man named Joseph. In her mind, I bet she was pleased because "this is the way it's supposed to be"...every girls dream. Then everything changed. It was the power of the Holy Spirit that caused life to form within her. It was the power of the Holy Spirit that led Joseph to believe that she was still the pure and innocent woman he had asked to marry him. And it was the power of the Holy Spirit that continued to confirm the holiness of this little one after his birth.
It would have to be the power of the Holy Spirit that sustained her throughout His life. As she held Him and looked upon His face for the first time, the Holy Spirit was there with her. Not only did she have the regular "new mom" emotions coursing through her veins, she also had the knowledge of the fact that she was looking upon the face of a holy child. Little did she know what that would later mean. Every parent has hopes and dreams for their children, but did she dare dream for Him? She must have wanted to. She couldn't help but get lost in His sweet eyes and in His smile. Yes, she was a woman...therefore she was naturally inclined to dream and love and bond deeply with her child. I can imagine that at the same time, the Holy Spirit gently whispered into her spirit thoughts of guidance and hope for this little one. Yes, He was certainly special but His greatness was incomprehensible.
Mary did you know that your baby boy would one day walk on water? Mary could you have ever dreamed so large that you realized He would one day rule the nations? Mary did you know that the child that you just delivered would soon deliver you? No...Mary...bless your heart...you didn't know...but the power of the Holy Spirit kept that check in your spirit that something amazing would result from the birth of this child. And it would be the power of the Holy Spirit that would carry you through the toughest time of your life. It was the power of the Holy Spirit that helped you find Him when that little sucker got lost in the temple. It was also His power that helped you not feel so foolish when you realized that it was you that was lost, not Him. It was the Holy Spirit that helped guide your words when your other sons made fun of Him for believing He was God. How many times did you pop them in the back of their heads for mocking Him? How often did you go in to say His bedtime prayers with Him and find yourself amazed, filled-up and blessed when He prayed? And on the darkest day of your life, tt would only be through the Holy Spirit's power that you could possibly watch your son being crucified. You were a woman, not a god. No woman could bear that type of burden and sorrow without His intervention. That was not what you had dreamed! That was not the way it was supposed to be! The images of Him helping Joseph in the carpenter shop were burned in your mind. How bittersweet they must have become on that dark day. How many times did you call out "WHY" to God? How many times did you envision yourself attacking the Roman soldiers? Did you want to pluck out the eyes of the priests? How did you keep from running out to take His place? Oh to hold Him just once more. To wisk Him away to a hiding place and tend to His wounds. How you must have wanted to protect Him. The anguish must have been overwhelming. Just as feelings of helplessness overtook your thoughts, did the Holy Spirit begin His perfect ministry within you? I have no doubts that He did because that's just how wonderful and loving He is. As the blood of your Son was washing away the sins of the world...your sins, Mary...the power of the Holy Spirit was with you. And when your precious son arose from the grave 3 days later...it was only through the power of the Holy Spirit that confirmed what you were seeing and hearing. It was then that He whispered to you His confirming word, "Yes Mary, this is the way it was supposed to be."