Luke 1: 43–45
And why has this happened to me that the mother of my Lord comes to me? For as soon as I heard the sound of your greeting, the child in my womb leaped for joy. And blessed is she who believed that there would be a fulfillment of what was spoken to her by the Lord.
DEVOTION by Kim Dorr-Tilley
The Humility of Elizabeth: “I can’t believe you’re here. Here in my home! My home which for so long was known as ‘the home-of-the-old-barren-one.’ Even if people didn’t say it, that’s what they thought. They said so much, either through looks of pity or disgust. But now you are here! In my home! Now LIFE has usurped desolation. FULLNESS has cast out emptiness. Now LIGHT has triumphed over shadow. PROMISE stands in my living room. I can’t believe you are here! Thank you for coming to stay with me in my home…”
The Joy of Baby John: “I can’t believe you’re here! Brother, cousin, Savior, Lord! Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy, oh boy!! I’d know your presence anywhere! I know you in here, even before I can see you! Even before I have fully formed eyes or a nose or a mouth. Gosh, I wish I could talk right now! I’d shout my lungs out for joy of you! But I can JUMP! JUMP! JUMP FOR JOY!! I can’t believe you know me… here. Even before I know me….Wow. I’m so glad you’re here. I’m going to love you forever!”
The Faith of Mary: “I can’t believe you’re here. Here, inside of me. Fulfillment of Promise. LIFE forming inside of me. All there is of LIFE abounding in me. The Word spoken at creation now speaks to me. Speaks in me. Speaks through me. On second thought, yes, I can believe it. I take you at your Word. I receive your promise. I bear your promise. I give birth to your promise. I BELIEVE it. I’m LIVING proof of your promise. Hey world, can you see my glow? It’s LIGHT bursting out of me…”
Believe it. Jesus has come to stay with you. He knows your name. His promise is for you.
MY CHRISTMAS MEMORY:
Every Christmas Eve when I was a child, we’d drive over to my Nana’s house. She’d come to our home on Christmas Day but on Christmas Eve, we went to her place. I loved going over to my Nana’s home any day of the year, but I especially loved going there on Christmas Eve because if it wasn’t too late, and I begged just right, on the way home, we’d drive through a neighborhood where literally every house was gorgeously decorated with Christmas lights. Every house was like a snow globe. It was hard to tell where the glitter of moonlight ended and the cascades of tiny colored bulbs started. All I knew is that it was beautiful. Sometimes I had to hold my breath because if I breathed, it would fog up the car window in the cold. But sometimes, even that foggy breath became part of the snow globe I was in.
There’s something about Christmas lights that will never cease to delight me…