What an incredible forty days it has been. I am not sure I can stand my isolation for eighty days if I birth a girl. But now, here we are in the Temple and I am about to present my sacrifices. It is all overwhelming.
Giving birth to the Son of God was not easy. The pain was as bad as mother and my aunts said it would be. I wonder that God did not make it easier for me.
Joseph has been so unselfish, after his first shock. I could not ask for a better husband. On the eighth day, he took Jesus to the synagogue for the covenant of circumcision required of all Hebrew males. I wished I could have gone, until he told me how loudly Jesus cried. I might have slapped the mohel.
Now, clutching my two poor doves, I am eager to be cleansed and more than ready to move in with my new husband, if only we could decide on where to live.
I was so pleased and excited that God arranged for Simeon and Anna to meet us. Their blessings still ring in my ears. Yeshua. The Hope of the nation.
Be righteous and do good.