a repeat from 2008
25Now there was a man in Jerusalem called Simeon, who was righteous and devout. He was waiting for the consolation of Israel, and the Holy Spirit was upon him.
26It had been revealed to him by the Holy Spirit that he would not die before he had seen the Lord’s Christ.
27Moved by the Spirit, he went into the temple courts. When the parents brought in the child Jesus to do for him what the custom of the Law required,
28Simeon took him in his arms and praised God, saying:
29″Sovereign Lord, as you have promised,
you now dismiss your servant in peace.
30For my eyes have seen your salvation,
31which you have prepared in the sight of all people,
32a light for revelation to the Gentiles
and for glory to your people Israel.”
33The child’s father and mother marveled at what was said about him.
34Then Simeon blessed them and said to Mary, his mother: “This child is destined to cause the falling and rising of many in Israel, and to be a sign that will be spoken against,
35so that the thoughts of many hearts will be revealed. And a sword will pierce your own soul too.”
This last part gripped me, as anything about the mother of Jesus does.
If she believed Simeon, she knew a sword would pierce her soul regarding her beloved son. She knew he was destined for a great many things. She kept these things in her heart.
We intuitively know things about our children, don’t we?
We feel their vibe so to speak. We can see it on their faces and hear it in their voices.
When our child is wounded or does something incredibly wrong, we feel it. We ache for them. The feeling is so intense.
When our little one does something kind, right, honest and precious, we beam, we are given to pride. The only pride that seems to be OK.
The thought of my child growing up, all aspects of his growing up, makes my eyes water up.
I love him fiercely.
Being a mother is beyond anything I could have ever imagined.
Thank you God for my child. Thank You Hubby for helping me have our child.
Thank you Son for loving me.