Mary affirmed, “Let it be with me according to Your word,” she could not foresee all that the little word it would bring to her life. “It” was definitely not easy—or cute.
“It” would mean a pregnancy out of wedlock.
“It” would include giving birth far from her home.
“It” would be a death sentence on her child’s life, and a night flight into Egypt.
“It” would be long years of a simple, ordinary life in a no-name village.
“It” would be three years of trying to understand the transformation of her son into the Son of God, and . . .
“It” would be the horror of the cross, and a mother’s heartbreak at the tomb.
But “it” was worth it all when it became, finally, the glory of the resurrection. Then we beheld the glory of the bright Morning Star.