Anticipation is high as a teenage girl labors in a foreign city surrounded by strangers and livestock, her first tremor of pain the first thrill of hope for all humanity. Questions thicken the air with every contraction.
When will he arrive?
How will it happen?
Will it take a long time?
What will he look like?
Will she love him right away?
Will he even need her?
What does it mean to be the mother of God incarnate?
A mother’s unanswered cries echo through the night, but come morning, all will be revealed. Until then, all creation holds its breath as it waits for the promised Son.
“A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices/For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn”.
“Weeping may endure for a night, but a shout of joy comes in the morning” [Ps 30:5 AMP]⠀⠀⠀⠀