The Mother of All Mothers
Pregnant.
Not just pregnant. Nine months pregnant.
Translation: The biggest you will get. Center of gravity completely off. Uncomfortable when you are awake and sleeping.
Another translation: Riding on a donkey for a long, long, long time.
Remember the part of center of gravity being off? On a donkey.
Remember the part of being uncomfortable? On a donkey.
All of this, while traveling, a long, long journey, in a desert. No water, no food. Only what the donkey can carry.
Hot, hot, sticky weather. Did I mention she was nine months pregnant?
Need more?
In labor…on a donkey.
No yoga ball to bounce on and do breathing exercises on for comfort.
Breath in, breath out, bump. Breath in breath out, bump.
In labor while riding on a donkey.
No place to go. No inn to welcome them.
Nine months pregnant, in labor on a donkey and a manager, with dirty animals. Manure.
All of this, for a child that she was hand-selected to carry. A child to nurture, cherish, and love all the days of His life. All of this, for a child, she would love, just like any other mother, but knowing His whole existence would end in the greatest sacrifice in mankind. All of this, for a child that she knew, one day would save the world.
Nine months pregnant, in labor, on a donkey. When it came down to it, it really didn’t matter. She was up for the challenge.
And this is why we honor Mary.
December 27th, 2009 at 11:20 am
Thank you for this. I’ve never been pregnant and had never stopped to really ponder how very uncomfortable Mary must have been.
December 29th, 2009 at 3:15 am
Very insightful! What a strong women who deserves to be honored.