After two days of eating, eating, eating, I’m hardly hungry.
But no matter how full my stomach gets, how snug my pants may fit, my heart longs for more than this earth can provide.
Even before Dominic ran ahead to Heaven I knew that this world was not my home. I was well aware that nothing here could satisfy the deepest ache in my soul for a place where justice reigned and death no longer ruled.
Now that longing is magnified. And I cling to the hope that Christ gives.
Mary didn’t understand everything about the baby she carried in her womb. She (I pray) was unaware of exactly how He was to usher in this new kingdom of God.
But she knew enough.
She knew that because of Jesus-The LORD saves-things were going to be different.
So, like Mary, I lean in and trust. I hang on and hope. I reach out and reassure my heart that the Mighty One of Israel will fill the empty with good things.
Even the empty places in a grieving mama’s heart.
And Mary said:
My soul glorifies the Lord
47 and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior,
48 for he has been mindful
of the humble state of his servant.
From now on all generations will call me blessed,
49 for the Mighty One has done great things for me—
holy is his name.
50 His mercy extends to those who fear him,
from generation to generation.
51 He has performed mighty deeds with his arm;
he has scattered those who are proud in their inmost thoughts.
52 He has brought down rulers from their thrones
but has lifted up the humble.
53 He has filled the hungry with good things
but has sent the rich away empty.
54 He has helped his servant Israel,
remembering to be merciful
55 to Abaham and his descendants forever,
just as he promised our ancestors.
Luke 1:46-55 NIV