At least a few of you know that besides blogging, I also write songs and poetry. I was 4 when my first poem was published- granted it was in our church’s newsletter, but still!- and the bug is still alive. I’m excited to share some of what I’ve written with you in the coming days. But not today! (bwhaha)
I had the opportunity to do a guest blog for a friend of mine from the For The Love launch team on her series about Advent. The passage I selected is known as Mary’s Song (Luke 1:46-56), and it called out to me. Here’s why:
Do you have a song stuck in your head right now? For me, it’s one about trucks from a Sandra Boynton CD that my daughter has on repeat. (#thanksalotsandra) Most of my days I find myself singing songs from Daniel Tiger or inserting new lyrics about poopy diapers into any tune I can think of so my son will allow me to change said poopy diaper without turning it into a wrestling match. Ew. Anna, what does this have to do with Advent?
I jumped at the chance to write about this passage because it’s a song.
I got married at what was considered (by me) late in life (27), then it took us another five years to have our first child, so by then I felt really old. Our daughter came after three and a half long years of the trial of infertility. Our son came three years after her. Other than the fact that both of my children were due right around this time of year, which left me in a weepy mess at Christmas, I have found it hard to relate to Mary. She was matched with an eligible husband in her youth, and now has a baby plopped into her lap (albeit in a very untraditional manner), and we generally regard her as perfect. Not at all like me.
For the rest, you’ll have to click on over to Claire’s blog, Radically Broken. While you’re there, you might as well check out Days 1-11 and subscribe for the rest of the series. But don’t worry, I’ll post more here soon!