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Your heart By Nichole NordemaN
things to write in wet cement
“I am the Lord’s servant,” Mary answered. “May it be to me as you have said.” Then the angel left her. (Luke 1:38 niv1984)
Like everyone else, I think of Mary at Christmas. But my images of her aren’t always of her trembling before the angel on her bedroom floor. Or in a stable, backlit with candles while pressing her beautiful baby to her breast.
I picture her, instead, standing alone at night, in the middle of a construction site. Almost alone, that is.
I watch her pick up a small stick in the street, step over the warning cones and caution tape and kneel down at the foundation of what will one day be a beautiful chapel. She knows she will never see its walls or its stained glass. She will never sit in its pews or kneel at its altar. She won’t ever experience firsthand the tears of worship and the joy the world will offer the baby inside her. Somehow she knows this. But for a moment in history, she kneels at the foundation of it all, with the hope of the world sitting on her bony shoulders, the question and crisis of all mankind begging for an answer.
I watch her find a fresh square of wet cement and then freeze for just a moment, hovering over it. For more than eight seconds. She closes her eyes and breathes in the night air. Then, with a fresh and trembling courage and the small stroke of a twig, I watch her scrawl the word yes.
The yes that will be etched into the foundation of the world for all time.
The yes the angels breathlessly awaited.
The kind of yes that is deaf to opinion or gossip or petty concern about reputation.
A yes that is immune to self.
A yes that isn’t even concerned with the details of the question ... because God is the asker.
She turns and wraps her shawl around herself against the wind. It’s blue. And she continues into the dark alone. Almost alone, that is. And then I hear her whisper.
Totally worth it. Totally, totally worth it.
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Excerpted from Love Story by Nichole Nordeman, © 2012. Published by Worthy Publishing, a division of Worthy Media, Inc., Brentwood, TN. worthypublishing.com. Used by permission. Tell us what you thought of this excerpt on Twitter: #LoveStory @WorthyPub