Her joyful serenity spoke of the way that I wanted to learn to treasure the gift of Immanuel. Her motherly bliss held a dream that one day, too, perhaps God would grant, even to me, the gift of child.
As my belly is growing quite rapidly in this season of expectancy, I once again found this picture amidst my belongings. I was reminded of all the many times I had stared at Mary's face in great hope in seasons past. I couldn't help but think of the old lines from a hymn of praise "Hast thou not seen, how all thy longings have been granted in what He ordaineth?"
Yes, it is so.