1st Mother’s Day as Jesus’ Mother

The moment He took His first breath I became His mother. My life forever altered.

Overjoyed. This is my child. My baby boy.

Swaddled by cloths, though adorned with royal titles.

Wonderful. Counselor. Prince of Peace. Holy King. Emmanuel (God with us). The Ancient of Days.

Barely minutes old and seemingly fragile. But this baby embodied the fullness of the Godhead. Power demonstrated years later when He cast out evil spirits and raised the dead.

A newborn placed in my arms. As I gazed intently at Him, the goodness and greatness of God spilled out.

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