I remember after the birth of my first child when everyone had left and I was alone with my son for the first time. I held him close and the two of us cried. Those were tears of fear and joy, but mostly they were tears of love. Looking into his little face that day I made a promise to God that I would do my best to raise my son as He wanted me to do.
It wasn’t until after I got him home that I realized just how hard it was going to be to keep that promise. Diapers and staying up all night made it difficult for me to remember just how important the work I was doing was to God. I was not prepared for the loneliness that came and how much I longed for someone to talk to.
I cannot imagine it was much different for Mary. Her was a girl struggling to understand the responsibilities placed on her young shoulders. I am sure she made promises to God and I am sure she wondered how she would ever be able to do all that was required of her.
I am a grandmother now with diapers and late nights behind me. I can see now that it was the Lord who helped me keep my promises. It was He would held my hand and walked with me as I raised, and continue to raise, my family. I realize now that although there were moments of loneliness, I was never really alone.
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