As I read Matthew’s account of the gathering for Your final Passover meal, my dear friend is on her way to the hospital to deliver her youngest child. My time is near. Make the preparations. Your words are echoed on the lips and in the keystrokes of my dear friend, the sweet mother, during the final days of her pregnancy.
A man with a water jar will meet you…tell him My time is near. Your words flow forth just after a woman has poured out her entire life savings onto Your feet. An alabaster jar of sweetly perfumed oil drenched Your tired feet and soothed Your aching muscles, and this dear woman freely gave her complete devotion through her kisses and tears. She is preparing long before Your male companions, and You invite them to join in her work so that You can accomplish all that You have been given to do."New Life Springing Forth" - Photo by Trista Wynne |
May Your new creation come to know how very much we are all loved, O Mothering God! May we know how much joy we bring to You! May we all come to You for True Food and True Drink, and may we teach others to do the same, through the Holy Spirit, amen.
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