As Mary sat rocking her precious baby boy, I'm sure she did as all mothers do...She counted fingers and toes, she touched the translucent ears, she rubbed the feathery hair on his head. I'm sure she smiled as she looked into the trusting eyes that looked back at her. .As Mary held her baby boy, she had to wonder what, and who it was that she held in her arms.
As she sang beautiful things to this child she was singing to the Rose of Sharon... the Lily of the Valley... the Dayspring... the Daystar... the Bright and Morning Star.
As she was feeding her child she was feeding the Bread of Life.
When she called him son, she was talking to the Son of David.... the Son of Man... the Son of Righteousness...the Great I AM.
Mary, either knowing or unknowing, began to prepare this boy that she cradled and rocked. She was loving him to prepare him for the cruelties that were to come. She was comforting him to prepare him for the tears he would shed for us. And as she rocked him, she was molding him into the man that would be the Rock that is Higher than I, the Rock upon which the church is built, The Chief Cornerstone.
Mary was rocking the Rock of our Salvation.
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