“And blessed is she that believed:
for there shall be a performance of those
things which were told her from the Lord”
(Luke 1: 45).
These inspired words, spoken by Elizabeth about her young cousin, Mary, who was preg- nant with the Son of God,
may have gotten lost in the Christmas
story we’ve heard so many times. However, their application to us personally, as
God-fearing women, is profound.
Indeed, Mary heard “things which were
told her from the Lord.” ;e news of her
divine conception was delivered to her
during an epic visitation by the angel,
Gabriel. She accepted his message, put
her faith in his startling proclamation,
and was exhorted as a “blessed believer”
by her now-famous cousin. As we read
on in our Bibles, we know there certainly
was “a performance of those things which
were told her from the Lord” following
Are we truly faith-;lled women
or women with a little faith?
My concern is that we become so awestruck by this Biblical account that we
dismiss the fact that we, too, have heard
things which were told us from the Lord!
Signi;cant things, with mind-boggling,
“Hmm . . . not me,” you may reply.
Really? Perhaps I can persuade you to
reconsider . . .
No, there will never be another Virgin
Mary, and there’s only one Savior (Acts
4: 12), and I have yet to see an angel, but as
I ponder my thirty-three years of knowing Jesus, my thirty-one years of marriage,
my ;ve sons, baby granddaughter, and
my twenty-plus years of homeschooling,
I have to believe that those things which
were told me from the Lord so many years
ago took root and continue to bear fruit
to this day. ;e faith I applied to what I
heard from Him became the fertilizer that
nourished His promises to me, allowing
them to grow and become the reality in
which I live today. Surely there has been
a “performance of those things which were
told . . . [me] from the Lord,” and the same
should be true of you.
But you may not see yourself through
eyes of faith. You may relegate such Scripture to “someone else”—those “blessed
ones” who did things right, those model
families. A;er all, you’re living in the real
world, created by all the choices you’ve
made (some being tinged with bitter
regret). Not to mention that the people
living in your house are far from perfect
too. So, in actual fact, the glories of God’s
Word are more like a beautiful fantasy to
be put o; until eternity. Right?
We’ve all felt that way. I haven’t been
living on Easy Street either, since I
began my journey of faith more than
three decades ago. At times, the remarkable answers to prayer I experience and the astounding, even
flawless way life’s circumstances play out
simply takes my breath away. At other
times, life hits like a punch in the gut,
leaving me a different kind of breathless altogether.
But I refuse to lose hope, because I’ve
found that a woman of faith is a woman
who endures many di;culties and yet
;nds God in the midst of her troubles.
With feet like a deer (Psalm 18: 33), she
climbs up and over the craggy rock boulders of tedium, trial, and temptation. She