I dumped way too
many pages on all you busy people last time, but I hope this will be more manageable. The pages are crowded together, not like they’d
be in the book to make it more compact.
Enjoy!
14th Sivan
June 4th
Yosef has not warmly greeted me for many days. I might as well say
it like it really is; we haven’t even
exchanged more than two words. He
is polite, but I have seen him treat
strangers with more cordiality than
he has bestowed on me! I feel ill with
despair.
15th Sivan
Somehow, something, must have leaked out at home, because my younger
sisters don’t treat me so sweetly any
more. Dorcas and Naomi give me
troubled looks as if they cannot quite
understand what has changed
with me. They are not as spontaneous
with their hugs as in former days,
or am I just imagining it?
Hanalei and I used to be as close as burrs in sheep’s wool but now she is somewhat reserved
in my presence.
Imma had thought she was old enough to share in our secret,
but from the way she is acting we wonder. Perhaps Hana is concerned about how
her friends will react when they find out her older sister is expecting a riba, (child), before the wedding.
Maybe she is afraid this will lessen her
own chances
of finding a nice, respectable husband. She had been telling me how much she admires Caleb bar-Reuven, for some time now.
Dear old Abba
has been quiet and unsmiling since our
discussion.
I wonder so often what he is really thinking. I wish
he would not
council with
Yaakov so much since Yosef’s
father is so perturbed with me.
Now that Father is so distant, Imma waits until he is out
of the
house to show her loving sympathy. It is then that
the tears, the soothing
healing tears, flow freely, and we can talk.
Naturally Imma
does not feel ill as I do, so she is still quite
optimistic
about it all. I know she does not consider my story a
fantasy like Abba,
Yosef and his family appear to.
What would I do without my mother to lean
on; to comfort me? Imma is
touched that a daughter of hers would be considered worthy to be the mother of
the son of Adonai , our
Almighty God, but is deeply concerned that Yosef
is considering getting divorce papers written out.
Isn’t
it strange that two such conflicting emotions can dwell in the same heart?
Being thrilled yet at the same time deeply concerned
seem so opposite from each other.
Imma
feels for me, and I am glad she is praying that things will work out somehow.
We have whispered together about how
dreadful it would be to be identified as an unwed mother. I do not believe Yosef would ever have me stoned, but
would
not the stony disapproval of our community be almost
harder to bear?
I know that every day I am growing a
little rounder, and someday the
sacred secret will be revealed. But unfortunately, or
is it fortunately, I
will be far away by then, for Abba insists that I must
go, and for who knows how long?
2nd Tammuz
June 22nd
We
have arrived at Zechariah’s home. The trip was long and
tiresome, but not as dreadful as I feared.
Zechariah’s stone house is situated in a serenely
beautiful valley.
It is a spacious dwelling with many archways and
pillars.
It even has marble floors. That is such a contrast to our own
dirt floor! Oh, well, I love our little home just as much, if not more, because that’s where my family
dwells.
I was so enthralled with the cooling fountain
in their courtyard, though, as
well as all the exotic flowers and plants surrounding
it. It was such a
refreshing change after trudging through the
wilderness for so long.
It is very strange to have a room all to
myself, and such a soft, high
bed! Yet I will miss having my sisters snuggling down
close beside me.
What a blessing it was to be enfolded in
Elisheva’s warm embrace!
She seemed so happy to see me. It was like an
unexpectedly warm and
balmy breeze in frigid weather.
We had such a meaningful visit right after I arrived that I
did not even remember how exhausted I had been feeling ’til a long time later.
To my amazement she knew immediately that I was carrying Yahweh’s
son. The baby leaped within her, and then do you know what?—Elisheva
started to prophecy like the patriarchs of old! I have never heard anyone do that before!
It thrilled me right to my toes when she
said, nay, almost shouted
“Mary’am, you are very blessed among
women! The baby you are
carrying is very blessed indeed! How can I be so
fortunate that the
mother of our Lord would come, and visit me? As soon
as you called
out, the babe knew who you were, and leaped within
me!”
What a shiver of awe ran down my back!
She told me I would be blessed for believing.
Can you imagine the comfort that was after the despondent atmosphere at home? She also reminded me
that all that
the angel told me would come true.
Perhaps if Abba
could have heard her faith, and enthusiastic response
to my pregnancy, he would have believed, also.
It filled me with such a deep joy to know
that Jehovah has regarded
the low estate of me, His quiet, unassuming talitha, that I clasped my
hands in wonder, and magnified His Holy Name.
Future generations will call me Banoah, (blessed),
and
indeed they are surely right. Hundreds, perhaps thousands, of aant’at would gladly trade
places with me.
The Mighty One has done marvelous things; holy is His name!
Somehow I sense that when He reigns, He will not only show
mercy to those our generation that fear him, but will extend mercy for
generations come! I cannot comprehend it! It is so amazing!
Under His guidance, I just know that
wrongs will be righted, those that we call powerful will be of no more value
than the poor in spirit;
the hungry will be satisfied, but the rich will go away empty.
How can I know these things? I
simply don’t know. It does
seem like a spirit of prophecy descended upon me also, and I am eagerly waiting to
see what it means.
As
you may well know, my despondency has been lifted up, carried away on wings of
joy!
I just know these are going to be
pleasant, meaningful months
helping Elisheva.
I am really looking forward to it! Surely we will have many inspirational
visits. I really need them to help me to grow into the role Adonai, ordained for me.
Verily,
HaShem knew what was best for
me when I was sent here,
even though I had been so distressed about it!
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