I was really not prepared for children.
And still, to this day, when one of them says, “Mom?” I tend to look around and over my shoulder. “Me?”
Linking in with Heading Home today for Five Minute Friday. Today’s word:
About three weeks ago my pastor asked me if I would prepare a monologue and perform it for the church. This is just crazy talk, I thought.
Then, he said, my monologue would be scheduled for the Christmas Eve Service – the “big kahuna” of services, you know. The one with all the candles and Silent Night and usually me weeping with the beauty of it. If I get mixed in with that, won’t it kind of be like singing all those beautiful carols accompanied by a kazoo?
No, wait there’s more. THEN he said, “I want you to play Mary.”
Of course I said yes, because he’s my pastor. He’s a man of God and all that.
Perhaps later when I was trying on Mary costumes (drab… poor Mary) I started to think, “Really. ME? Perhaps there might be a better candidate out there?”
I am so not prepared.
But here’s the deal. I wonder all the time now, “How did she feel? How did she DO this? How did she?”
And then I realize. None of us is prepared.
God’s glory and love is so huge and astonishing, it should lay us out on our faces every day.
And also note: whenever my hubs and I get in a “discussion” now, I just look beatific and say, “Hey. Don’t mess with Jesus’s mom.”