MARY’S SOLILOQUY (2 of 4)

mary mother of Jesus/Part 1

I waited for tomorrow – a tomorrow that lasted 18 years! Jesus was a favored lad, a brilliant and talented man. Still he would do nothing about his special-Godness. He just responded to my urging by saying, “It’s not my time.” Finally when I spurred him on that day at Cana, he followed through! Turned water into wine! It was nothing short of a miracle! Oh, how I rejoiced, what pride I felt. I remembered how the angel said I was highly favored, giving birth to God’s son.—- But I also remembered Simeon’s words. He said “a sword will pierce your own soul.”
Some days I glory in Jesus’ successes, his little group of followers has grown to be masses. Some days I cry in fear for his lack of fear. My heart reaches heights of pride when I hear how people love him, then it drops like stone when I hear how much his enemies hate him. I heard that he overthrew the tables in the temple and drove out the merchants! He even takes authority over devils—and death. If he has any fear, it is wiped out by his compassion. He is always doing good, loving the children, eating with sinners, healing the sick, feeding the hungry, even touching the lepers and making them clean! 
But I am lonely for him. He seldom comes home. I went to see him and he seemed to say that he has no more time for me than for other mothers! 
My son, the miracle worker! ’Tis no wonder they want to make him king. Who better to be a king? God’s son, and my son! Surely he will be safe, he is the promised Messiah.

About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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4 Responses to MARY’S SOLILOQUY (2 of 4)

  1. Dawn Marie says:

    Indeed…Who better? Blessings for your beautiful post!

    • oneta hayes says:

      Dawn Marie, thank you. Can’t you imagine the heart of that mother? The heights of pleasure and the depth of concern. Oh, what chances he took. I’m sure she would have liked to walk into his room and sooth the tired forehead of her precious son grown up and standing against a host of enemies

      • Dawn Marie says:

        I believe her bravery could only come from her complete Trust In God. Her instinctual motherly nature must have yearned to “take his place” and spare him of suffering. Only through her complete abandonment, her faith in God’s wisdom, could she have endured all that she witnessed. Could we ever hope to be half as brave?

        • oneta hayes says:

          She must have gone back in memories to reassure herself that the miracle that brought Jesus through her was real, that God did arrange the circumstances of his birth; therefore, she kept her faith in Him.

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