Building off of yesterday's post on sharing the good news, today's verses are encouraging to me because of the "but" that begins the passage:
"But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart. The shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things they had heard and seen, which were just as they had been told." - Luke 2:19-20
Sometimes, it is enough to "treasure up all these things" and "ponder them." Some of us are shepherds, reporting to the broader world the miraculous and mysterious things we've seen, and some of us are like Mary, experiencing the miraculous and the mysterious in such an intimate way that the only audience we can entertain for the time being is our own hearts.
Last year, I wrote a poem for the third Sunday of Advent, the candle of joy, called "First (Mary's Poem)." Those moments before and immediately following the birth of a child are distinct, vivid memories permanently imprinted. We are the first to know this new life, this new person, the first to nurture, the first to hold. It is too much to speak into words at first.
Advent Activity: Sigh
I give up. We made it a good two weeks with our advent activities until all efforts came crashing in, physically falling off of the wall. The cork board advent calendar was a good idea, but the air must be too dry for the double-sided foam tape in our house. So much for that. Today's activity is a manageable one, though - eat Christmas cookies! No problem.