G in Thanksgiving: Incarnation of Grace

Incarnation of Grace

 

I remember waiting with love for my own baby to come into the world. I rubbed my belly and sung to the unborn infant that slept there. Her presence became my symbol of grace. Motherhood for me blazed miraculous. I never expected this gift of grace.

She slept most of the time in my belly, a lazy thing hardly moving which caused lots of  false alarms and emergency room visits. My doctor’s instructed me to report to the hospital if I did not feel her move in more than an hour. She  stayed so still. I knew my child’s temperament even before her birth: calm and sweet.

I wonder how often the future King kicked in Mary’s belly. How often did He move, his mother waiting in anticipation for God’s promised love and grace all enveloped in an infant’s heart?

My daughter came into the world before the holiday season when Fall’s peak brought beauty to leaves, blazing in oranges and reds. I remember the season of anticipation and expectation. My husband narrated stories of joy about our future child. He loved to tell the firsts in his own: smiles, laughs, pulling up in the crib.

Grace blazed real in my heart in my own season of advent. I will never forget the anticipation, the joy, the thrill of waiting for tiny fingers, tiny breaths, tiny giggles and smiles. Little toes to kiss and blow upon.

Mary felt that same anticipation of awe over 2,000 years ago as she received a visitation from an angel announcing her blessed above all women. Her womb visited by the Holy Spirit, she conceived the Christ who came to die and save the world.

I love this beautiful song:

 

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Leading up to Thanksgiving, I began a series celebrating Fall Thankfulness.  Here is the landing page.  This post represents the letter “G” in Thanksgiving. I will blend this series with the start of another sponsored by Wendy Speake: A Holiday Haiku Challenge. Wendy kindly featured me on her blog here! I am so appreciative. 🙂

Contributing to numerous linkup listed on my LINK-UP PARTIES page.