Love is saying yes to God without knowing what that choice entails.
Love is waiting for your man to realise that what you have said is true and to support you.
Love is enduring the arch looks and snide comments from those who know you are bearing a child conceived out of wedlock.
Love is support from your cousin, your child leaping in your womb, and your magnifying God.
Love is enduring the discomfort of travel to your husband’s hometown when you are close to full-term.
Love is accepting a stable when there is no room at the inn.
Love is laying your new born child in a manger when there are no extended family around to support you.
Love is being welcoming when shepherds unexpectedly arrive in the night soon after you’ve given birth.
Love is treasuring all their words and pondering them in your heart.
Love is giving your child the name an angel requested.
Love is fleeing to another country knowing that the life of your new born child is under threat.
Love is making a life to bring up your child separated from friends and family.
Love is saying yes to God without knowing what that choice would entail
and it is that choice which creates a cannonball of love that,
from that first Christmas ever onwards,
explodes love throughout the Universe and in us.
This was posted on Jonathan Evens’ Blogspot and was shared during Advent Night Prayer at St Catherine’s Wickford