It’s always nice to be ahead of where you thought you’d be and as a bonus, my outline for Full of Grace is complete, so it’s simply a matter of writing the story…the easy part, I know. In any case, enjoy and thanks for stopping by.

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There is shame in Joseph’s eyes and Mary knows the words are heart-felt.

“I couldn’t understand how it was possible that you could be with child…I thought you had betrayed me, I didn’t want to believe you, but tonight…” Joseph stops, dares a glance at her parents before looking back at her. “Tonight, as I prepared to sleep, or as I slept, I’m not sure which it was, I…”

He seems hesitant to continue, dropping his gaze to her hands. This was the longest they hand been in physical contact and her hands, she thought, fit nicely in his.

“I opened my eyes and there was a man, a very tall man with hair like the sun and skin like jewels – this man was standing in my room. I – I was afraid for a moment, but as I beheld him, I knew I was in the presence of one who sits at the feet of the Almighty. Then he greeted me: ‘Joseph, Son of David.’ No one has ever greeted like that and before I could say anything, he said, ‘Don’t be afraid to take Mary as your wife, because what has been conceived in her is by the Holy Spirit. She will give birth to a son, and you are to name him Jesus, because he will save his people from their sins.’ And he was gone.”

Joseph pauses again, struggling to find words. Mary starts to assure him, remembering how she felt after her visit with the malakh, but then he kneels in front of her.

“Forgive me. I thought to divorce you quietly, to send you away, but that is not where my heart is. I want us to be wed. Mary, I want you to be my wife.”

Mary is struck by how surreal the moment is. Two days before he had rejected her. Now he was begging for her forgiveness. More than that, he wanted her, child and all…destiny and all. G-d had graced her, just as Elizabeth had said he would. Her heart swells and she squeezes Joseph’s hands. 

“Of course,” she replies, and for the first time since her arrival, Joseph smiles.

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