June seems like a strange month to reflect on the birth of Jesus,
but, if I’m really honest, the phrase “Jesus is the Reason for the Season,”
makes me cringe a bit every December.
I’m just thinking the last thing Jesus would have wanted His birth to lead to was stressed out shoppers and flashing lights.
After all, He chose to show up on this planet on a silent, unassuming night in a tiny town in a simple barn……………
and we’re the ones who’ve transformed His humble arrival into something loud and chaotic.
So, maybe June is a perfect time to think about the holy night after all.
No one is expecting this conversation,
and this may be the very way Jesus prefers to arrive.
Quietly
Unexpectedly
Peacefully
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I try to imagine what it was like to be Mary,
a teenage girl carrying the Son of God deep inside her.
Surely fear overwhelmed her as her belly grew, reminding her that her life was no longer her own.
It’s hard to relate to an Israelite girl who lived over 2000 years ago……………
long before Pinterest helped you plan everything from birth announcements to weddings,
but surely there were dreams and traditions and expectations even then.
Sisters and friends must have giggled by the well as cute boys walked by,
and once you were “espoused,” I imagine your conversations centered on all that lie ahead in an exciting and happy way.
I’m just thinking a visit by an angel wasn’t on the list of “normal Israelite happenings,” and Mary’s life was certainly turned upside down when she heard Elizabeth proclaim the words,
“Blessed are you among women, and blessed is the child you will bear!”
Luke 1:42
We don’t get too many peeks into Mary’s thought processes as she came to grips with the news.
We just know she accepted the announcement with these words,
“Behold, I am the servant of the Lord; let it be to me according to your word.”
Luke 1:38
I’m just thinking that it was in this very moment in Mary’s life that fear and peace began to collide.
Everything unknown and scary about her tomorrow suddenly held hands with all she had ever learned about a God who had led her people across the Red Sea into the Promised Land.
History became part of her future in a very real way,
and the prophecies she had surely heard being analyzed around campfires suddenly became foreshadows of her own life story.
Sitting in a barn nine months later with a tiny baby in her arms,
I wonder if fear tried to overthrow every other emotion welling up inside her
as she gazed into the tiny, dark brown eyes of the Prince of Peace.
Did it occur to her that humanity’s calendar would change from that point on?
Did she have any idea the angels were singing above her head or was the celebration of Jesus’ birth confined to the other side of the veil………….leaving her with only the sounds of cattle and sheep…………and the presence of a few dirty shepherds who had been chosen to hear the angelic proclamation, causing them to rush to meet the King of Kings?
There are so many things we won’t know until the day we walk the golden streets with those who lived before us.
I hope I get to walk with Mary one day……………
and talk about what it felt like to be called blessed and yet have to journey down the scary road of life ahead of her………..
dodging men who wanted her Son dead and eventually watching her very own people kill Him on a cross.
In so many ways,
Mary’s life didn’t look so blessed from the outside.
Pain just never seems like something we would consider a gift.
But I believe with all my heart that if Mary were sitting here with me today she would have a smile on her face as she reflected on her life as Jesus’ mom.
I think the peace God filled her with every single day overshadowed every ounce of fear.
And I think this same peace is ours today if we want it.
Life can be scary.
Life can be sad.
But even on the most painful days,
Jesus wants to show up.
Quietly
Unexpectedly
Peacefully
He wants to enter every uncertain chapter and become a story-changer.
He wants to add Hope and Purpose and Love to every page of life…………..
and, not to sound corny, He wants to become the “Reason for Every Season.”
Today, if your life is filled with fear,
let Him step in, and
let Him bring peace.
I know it’s June, but today just seemed like one of those days when so many people I know and love needed to hear these words…………
 
					




 
  
  
  
  
  
 
 In December of 2007 as our youngest son, Nick, was fighting brain cancer, I began to blog. Writing provided a way for me to release all of my questions, fears, and doubts. It also allowed me to share the ups and downs of Nick's journey with people who were praying for him all over the world. When Nick went Home in November of 2008, my blog became my way of searching for God in the midst of my deep heartache.  My heart was broken and grief brought to the surface every emotion imaginable. Being able to release those emotions through my writing brought a sense of purpose to my pain. Having already walked the road of grief in 1992 when we lost our daughter to SIDS, I knew I needed a way to keep from falling into a pit of depression and despair. I had walked close to the edge of a bottomless pit when we lost our daughter,and I knew I couldn't let myself get that close to the edge again. This blog has been and continues to be my tiny corner of the world where I can share My Heart as I journey through God's Word.......thus the name........ My Heart His Words. Thank you for taking time to share life with me. If we do not meet while here on earth, I look forward to hearing all about your life when we reach our final destiny.........Heaven! Email me anytime at
In December of 2007 as our youngest son, Nick, was fighting brain cancer, I began to blog. Writing provided a way for me to release all of my questions, fears, and doubts. It also allowed me to share the ups and downs of Nick's journey with people who were praying for him all over the world. When Nick went Home in November of 2008, my blog became my way of searching for God in the midst of my deep heartache.  My heart was broken and grief brought to the surface every emotion imaginable. Being able to release those emotions through my writing brought a sense of purpose to my pain. Having already walked the road of grief in 1992 when we lost our daughter to SIDS, I knew I needed a way to keep from falling into a pit of depression and despair. I had walked close to the edge of a bottomless pit when we lost our daughter,and I knew I couldn't let myself get that close to the edge again. This blog has been and continues to be my tiny corner of the world where I can share My Heart as I journey through God's Word.......thus the name........ My Heart His Words. Thank you for taking time to share life with me. If we do not meet while here on earth, I look forward to hearing all about your life when we reach our final destiny.........Heaven! Email me anytime at 
