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Pondered in our hearts (Luke 2:19)

Scripture of the Day: Luke 2:19

But Mary kept all these things and pondered them in her heart.

Song of the Day: Oak Ridge Boys - My son, My son

I have spent more time than is reasonable trying to find the lyrics to that song, and have had no luck! You Tube has it (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PGl1T26SW30&noredirect=1) and although the quality is not the best, you can hear it! If you listen be prepared you may cry - the song gets me every time.

Chorus: He was so many things to so many people my son, my son - Teacher, Prophet, Messiah and King - my son, my son.

This post is one I have no real idea how to write. In the wake of last Friday's horrific events in Connecticut, the lyrics to that song, and the bible verse take on a new meaning for me.

Jesus was a lot of things. He was a teacher, he was a prophet, he was the Messiah. But he was also Mary's son. Like all mothers, Mary took what people said about her child and pondered those things in her heart. She took joy in his learning and I am sure she treasured that first step, those first words and the first time she got a glimpse of who He really was. I wonder if at first she really pondered if her son was the Messiah, because after all, he was just a little boy.

But that little boy grew and really fulfilled all that had been prophesied meaning that he was brutally killed to save us all. And although that made him our Messiah and King, it also meant the death of her child. At the end of "My son, My son", the lyrics state "they took my Son away from me and the Angel said I have been blessed." I am not sure she could have felt blessed at that moment. I am sure she was heart broken.

I envision angels visiting the mother's of the 20 children who were murdered last Friday. I envision those mothers keeping every possible memory of their children's shortened lives and pondering them in their hearts. I envision those hearts breaking...

I can tell you that I am currently sitting and treasuring all the memories I have of my son. I pray there are many more memories, over many more years. But I cannot guarantee that, so all I am sure of is that I have been blessed to this point.

Reader, treasure your memories with your children. Store everything you can up in your heart. Ponder those things. See the time you have as blessed.

Sorry if this post is confusing...my heart is torn and I fear my words are fuzzy. Forgive me.

Closing Prayer:

Heavenly Father God, please comfort us. Heal the broken hearts. Guide your people. Help us keep the good memories in our hearts forever. Help us remember our blessings. Let us not lose sight of You in this time. Let us feel, above all, Your love. In Jesus' name we pray. Amen.







Comments

  1. AnonymousDecember 18, 2012 at 7:38 AM

    I love reading your devotions and I feel so blessed by you. This was not confusing at all... but perfect. Love you!

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