I love this verse about Mary, the mother of Jesus. She was a woman who had found favor with God and he had blessed her to be the mother of the Savior. What a mind boggling thought. I bet there were days when she didn't feel like it was such a blessing. I imagine she was a bit put out when her 12 year old wasn't where she thought he was supposed to be. And it probably was hard when he was out teaching the Gospel. I imagine the neighbors had plenty to say that she had to hear and defend. I cannot imagine her grief when her perfect son, The Perfect Son, was crucified. How could she have understood in her immense grief the gift that he would be to us. . . to me. . . more than 2000 years later.
I am so grateful for Jesus Christ. I feel joy at the thought that he was born and died that I might return to my Heavenly Father. What an amazing plan. I am grateful for his sacrifice for me- especially since I am often so unworthy of his great love. It is such a blessing to have the love of Christ and Heavenly Father in my life on a daily basis.
As I ponder these things in my heart throughout the coming year, I hope that I will be a better wife, mother, friend, and follower of Christ. That is my gift to him.