Called 2 Bow

Its that time of year again.   Everyone starts chatting about their New Year’s Resolutions.   We hear about people’s health goals (“I’m training to run a marathon this year”), spiritual goals (“I’m going to get up and read my Bible EVERY morning before the family wakes up”), even reading goals (“I’m going to read one non-fiction book a month”).   These goals are great but lets be honest, in most cases, these resolutions won’t last.   Have you ever had a gym membership and saw the difference of crowds in January compared to even February?   We get bogged down by the busyness of life and drop those goals in a heartbeat.   I’ve never really been a resolution girl because I know that I will be like the many that give up too quickly.   A few years ago my mom started a New Year’s tradition where she chose a word for the year instead of resolutions.   It was like a theme she would focus on for the year.   Sometimes she had a scripture to go along with it.   Sometimes it was just a word

I have always identified with Mary.   Maybe it isn’t so much “identified” as “inspired by”.   How can you not be amazed by her story?   Her willingness to step up, in faith, and follow the Lord’s plan.      I guess I first felt the connection to Mary when I was in high school.   I played her in our church’s Christmas musical.   I remember having one of our couch pillows ace bandaged to my belly and then putting that blue robe over it.   It looked pretty realistic.   But what I remember the most were the jokes.   People would pass me backstage and say all sorts of things.   As an innocent teenager, my cheeks were a permanent shade of pink.   I remember even my pastor getting in on that joke by saying “do your parent’s know?”   Ha. Ha.   Very funny.   I’d try to laugh it off but I was humiliated.    And I was expected to get up in front of the church and sing now? I’m sure the humiliation I felt was only a tiny percentage of what Mary felt.   I doubt my embarrassment would even sh