My first name, Mary, comes from my grandmother, my dad's mom. She passed away a couple of years before I was born.
I am proud to carry her name, hearing so much about her growing up. If I could go back in time to meet any one person, it would be her. She, too, was a Christ follower.
She, too, travelled a hard road. I didn't know about the woes of her first marriage, prior to her marrying my grandfather, until after my own tragedy. The circumstances were quite different from mine, yet the aftermath very similar.
Her life was turned upside down.
And yet, it became beautiful again.
And I am beginning to see hints of beauty in mine too.
Sure, I'm still knee-deep in my grief and I've still got a long way to go. Yet, God is at work orchestrating and arranging amazing things in my life, as only He can do.
I leave you with my favorite verses of the Christmas story, the words of Mary in Luke 1:38:
“I am the Lord’s servant,” Mary answered. “May it be to me as you have said.”
I, too, am the Lord's servant and am open to whatever He has in store for me.
Dearly loved,
Mary Melissa
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