by Anna
I remember reading the story of Jesus' birth during Advent. I was heavily pregnant myself, so eager to meet my little Breadcrumb (who went by Hercules while in my belly) yet terrified of not being up to parenthood and trying not to think about all things that could go wrong.
I remember reading Mary's conversation Gabriel, her hearing the overwhelming news he had for her and responding humbly: “Be it unto me” (Luke 1:38 KJV)
And I remember thinking, I wish I could respond the same. So I prayed. And as my due date was drawing near, my worries subsided gradually, in spite of horror stories of forceps and caesarians looming in the back of my head. I knew I would be fine, whatever happened. I knew Breadcrumb would be fine, whatever 'fine' might be. I knew God would be with me.
With time, I learnt that “be it unto me” is an attitude needing persistent exercise. And so I try to exercise it. Every time I get worried about the future, mine or Breadcrumb's, I remember Mary and her humble faith.
I remember reading the story of Jesus' birth during Advent. I was heavily pregnant myself, so eager to meet my little Breadcrumb (who went by Hercules while in my belly) yet terrified of not being up to parenthood and trying not to think about all things that could go wrong.
I remember reading Mary's conversation Gabriel, her hearing the overwhelming news he had for her and responding humbly: “Be it unto me” (Luke 1:38 KJV)
And I remember thinking, I wish I could respond the same. So I prayed. And as my due date was drawing near, my worries subsided gradually, in spite of horror stories of forceps and caesarians looming in the back of my head. I knew I would be fine, whatever happened. I knew Breadcrumb would be fine, whatever 'fine' might be. I knew God would be with me.
With time, I learnt that “be it unto me” is an attitude needing persistent exercise. And so I try to exercise it. Every time I get worried about the future, mine or Breadcrumb's, I remember Mary and her humble faith.