luci shaw | christ in you, the hope of glory
Months later, with the seed of God rounding her belly with promise, I wonder, was Mary restless at night, her back aching, and soft stirrings waking her from slumber? Elizabeth understood, better than a man. When they got together, and the cousins in their wombs leaped towards each other, quivering with recognition, what hopes and dreams did the mothers share? Did they guess the end of the story for their sons? For us? And young as mary, old as Elizabeth, woman or man, don't we each long to feel the seed of God shifting within us, a guarantee of now and future glory? Christmas 2019