In Luke 2:19 the Bible says, “But Mary kept all these things, and pondered them in her heart.” This verse follows the birth of Jesus, when the shepherds had come to pay their respects and see the Savior of the world in the helpless shape of a sweet baby in the manger.
As a mother, I can relate to a lot of the things I read about Mary. As a mother, there’s a lot of things I can’t relate to because I’ve never been the mother of God.
I imagine Mary agreeing to surrender her whole self in service to God by carrying and birthing Jesus. Maybe she has some morning sickness or that feeling of being extremely tired in the first trimester and then feeling the tiny kicks of a growing baby and finally meeting her precious baby. But her baby is different, and she’s known it all along. She knows he’s a true gift from God. She knows he’s been chosen for something big, lifechanging. He’s an instrument of God, He is God.
But he’s her son, too. She feeds him day and night, looking into his eyes and singing him the same lullaby’s that her mother sang to her. She teaches him to walk and then talk. She shares her faith with him and watches him grow.
On the night when she became a mother, she knew this child would do big things and the visit from the three wise men was another reminder, a foretelling sign. She kept those things in her heart, pondering them.
I wonder how times I’m quick to blurt out my opinion when I should keep it inside and do a little more pondering. I’d like to get better at just pondering things. Mulling things over, looking at it from another angle. Maybe Mary was onto something there, just pondering.

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