The Almighty has done great things for me, and holy is his name.
(Luke 1:49)
Holy, holy, holy Lord! How can we begin to grasp that you who encompass all of creation accepted confinement in Mary’s womb? How can the Almighty be a helpless child?
Twenty six years ago today, I witnessed the birth of my grandson. There is no way to describe that experience to someone who hasn’t seen it, and no need to describe it to someone who has. At no time in my life have I felt so caught up in your miracle. Now, as I prepare to celebrate the miracle of miracles, I echo Mary’s “Magnificat.”
You have done great things for all of us. You give us your very Self. I give myself to you. I have nothing else. Helpless and dependent, swaddled in your love, I rest.
Today, I will relinquish my struggle against the limits of time, of my own frailty, of doubt and anxiety. I will go wherever you carry me. I trust in you as you trusted from your mother’s womb and in her arms.