Pass the P's

I can't help but wonder if her knowing edified her endurance. I wonder if her realization, however partial it was, helped steel her resolve. Did her determination derive from designation for deliverance of Deity?

I'm awakened early this morn to ponder the mystery.

As this teen endured the leering gossip of her people, was she comforted by her knowing? As the stretch marks made their way to her waist line, did she envision salvation? Did the growth of her belly bring about ideas of the birth and spiritual growth of a nation and ultimately an enumerable throng? As her belly button disappeared, did she think of the disappearance of guilt, shame and sin?

As she rode the back of that ass, feeling every downstep and bump along the way, was her ride made bearable by His eminence? Upon arrival and grasping her taut midsection, did she accept her temporary pain as the pathway to His ultimate passion? As the blood and water flowed, I can't help but think of the irony, while those present could just see the wonder of the moment.

So, how about us? Are we able to proceed through pain by grace with this seed of eternity planted deeply within us? Is our salvation likened to this glorious gestation by which we see in part now, only to see in full at the end and through our own birthing experience? Are we too caught up in our own outer manifestations of the growth within to truly realize the work of Majesty conceived inside?

Please ponder your own pregnancy as the Prince is pleased by the perception of His passion within your person...