“But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart.”
I don’t think I’ve shared this verse on here before, but even if I have, you get to see it again because it’s one of my most favorite Bible verses.
Before I had babies, I just loved the idea of Mary, this young girl whose life was so dictated to her – you will marry Joseph and oh hey, you’re having the Son of God (not to mention all the dictates of just being a woman in those days but that’s a whole bunch more blog posts worth of stuff) – and who has one of the most private public events in history (because going back to the whole women/society/being told what to do by a bunch of men thing no one really talked about actually having a baby, it was just this, go in to hiding and voila, nine months later here’s your kid kind of event and now, now angels are singing it from the heavens and shepherds and magi are showing up
and literally, everyone is all up in your business), essentially saying, hey look, there are things too private, too personal, too emotional to even be put into words. These things, these things are mine alone and I’m treasuring them in my heart.
And now, since having my babies, I feel connected with these words in a whole new set of ways. You can document it, video it, capture it, blog it, keep a record a hundred different ways, but there is no way to fully capture what it means to be a mom except for the treasures it leaves in your heart.
So to mothers everywhere and the treasures that connect us all, Happy Mother’s Day