My son came out of his room a few months ago and said, “Mom can I buy a new bible?” He felt he had outgrown his ‘Boy’s Adventure Bible.’ I said, “No,” but quickly added, “It’s almost your birthday, let us buy it for you. Then we can get you a nice one.” He nodded and that was it.
We got him a nice leather bound Bible and had his name engraved on the front. A milestone gift. I still use the Bible my parents gave me when I turned sixteen. I decide to put a verse that I love with the inscription. Luke 2: 19 “But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart.”
Mary, a mother, just like me. Mary watching her child grow in wonder. Mary, the most honoured of all mothers, behaving and loving like all mothers through all time.
God understands. He shows in this simply worded verse. Mother’s are not just for feeding, clothing, loving their children. We are a repository of their lives. We are the archivists of their history. We are the vault of all their treasures.
As a mother I am not parenting the Son of God, but I can share in Mary’s wonder and treasure up in my heart the beauty of the children that God did give us.
Roberta Writes 