“God has a surprise for you: You will become pregnant and give birth to a son and call his name Jesus. He will be great, be called ‘Son of the Highest.’ The Lord God will give him the throne of his father David; He will rule Jacob’s house forever—no end, ever, to his kingdom.”
She knew the beginning
and the end of sorts…
…and that was it.
No other recorded details
Not fully knowing the impact child would make
No guidelines
No instructions
Just a random angel’s words:
“God’s getting you up the duff, and the baby’s going to be a superstar.”
When curveballs rage
Dark tunnel ahead
Where do you go?
Where do you head?
How do you parent the Son of God??
Do you make Him do chores??
Do you make Him do homework??
If He falls over and bangs his head on the coffee table,
do you just let Him heal Himself??
Starting line up
End point in sight
But what of the hurdles that lay inbetween?
Bread on both sides
Filling unsure
But we can rely
That sandwich taste will be sweet
Trust divine
Complete reliance
Clichéd words that must be found true in this
Stress
Spirit guiding through the mud
Bring my heart to carefully notice
The things that would remain unobserved otherwise.
For nothing is by chance.
We live by faith, not by fate.
Taking heart of smallest and largest
All building from a ponder
To pave a way through
Born is certain for you read these words.
Death awaits us all,
Our time of judgment will come.
But what of the center?
What of this life?
What of my daily grind?
Which steps do I take?
I know so little
But of this I am sure
Of the hand of Father
Providence upon our lives
Plans to prosper
Plans of grace
Plans of trouble
Struggle of a journey
Destination in the daily
Embracing right now
None of us have arrived,
Desperate striving to untangle
the messy strings
that make up our
this so called life.
Take care of each thread between
The dawn and the dark
For who knows what a pull
A tug of string
Will unravel.
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