Mary comes to a place of complete wonder.
Her eyes, her spirit; all are facing him wholly.
No tone of despair, doubt, or regret linger in her voice.
She sees only blessings and thus finds herself in a perpetual cycle humility,
which only causes her to see more clearly.
She is content, ecstatic even, again and again in awe of him.
And not as a means to an end. This is the end: his glory.
In a place of incredible inconvenience to the point of persecution,
Mary can only write praises of his goodness and faithfulness to her.
And she begins to see her life as part of the great promise he showered on his chosen people
hundreds of years before and of which he will only continue to fulfill,
piece by piece, until the whole puzzle has been fully completed.
Give us eyes,
Give us hearts,
Give us words like these.
Luke 1:46-54
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