Happy Tuesday. So I’ve been trying out different apps and methods to organize myself and my projects. I found one that will track my time on a project and help me with working and taking needed breaks. Unfortunately, the reminder part doesn’t work as well as I’d like it to and I forgot to post the next entry for Full of Grace yesterday. Ugh. Even still, here it is. Enjoy. I’m going to go work on myself now.
The book is available for purchase if you prefer to read it all in one lump. Note: there are Hebrew words sprinkled in it. You can find a listing of them and their definitions here. The next post will be March 25.
With a final tug, Mary tightens the stitch and cuts the thread loose. Though she is not finished yet, she holds the dress up for inspection. It was white and simple but once she decorated it with ornate beads and lavish embroidery, it would be beautiful. After all, a bride had to look her best on the day of her nissuin.
Anna drops into the chair beside her and picks up the dress she had been mending. She puts one stitch into it before letting it fall into her lap.
“Children are a blessing, Mary, don’t ever forget that. But they will wear you out. Those two girls have so much energy, it is a wonder they were able to go down for a nap,” Anna sighs. She closes her eyes and rests her head back.
Mary stops sewing and glances at her, still thinking about Rachel’s comments. So what if she had a few wrinkles on her face and some grey hairs weaving in and out of her curly black tresses? They were a testament to all that she had gone through. If anything, she was beautiful.
“Imma,” Mary says, placing her dress gently on her lap. “Why does Adonai make some women barren and others fertile?”
Anna sits up. She takes a deep breath and says, “Honestly, Mary, I don’t know. Sometimes it’s what he wills. And then sometimes he removes the curse so that we can fulfill our purpose.” She pauses for a moment and adds, “I thought for the longest time I would be cursed, but Adonai has filled my house.”
“So some are chosen and others not…,” Mary states, pulling on a stray thread.
Anna nods her head.
“We can only abide by his will and pray for understanding,” Anna says. “Why do you ask? Do you worry you won’t be able to give Joseph children?”
“I was just…thinking…of Doda Elizabeth,” Mary stammers. There is no guile in her response, but she cannot speak what she is supposed to forget: the malakh, the Mashiac.
Anna studies her carefully, as if trying to determine how to answer her. She finally sighs and picks up the dress.
“No one deserved children more than her. But such is the will of Adonai. Some are chosen, and some are not,” Anna says simply and returns to the task at hand.
Mary says nothing more. Perhaps her mother was right. She was being childish, thinking G-d had chosen her. The malakh never returned and she…well, how was she to prove his words? Certainly Elizabeth would have sent word if she was in her sixth month now. Shaking her head, Mary decides it doesn’t matter. If G-d had spoken through his messenger, his words would prove true in time. And if not, then her mother’s words would prove correct. Either way, Mary had a dress to finish.