But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart. Luke 2.19
I have always been struck by the above verse in Luke 2. In the midst of all the craziness of giving birth, a birth that was full of promise and confusion, surrounded by the bleating sounds of livestock, while gathered together in a cold drafty stable full of visitors, Mary “treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart.” I have often pondered myself, “How was Mary able to ponder anything in that moment?” I found the answer to my question on an August night in 2008. Tara was scheduled to be induced late Monday afternoon. We checked into the hospital early that morning and were told that we had the time to go run errands before Tara would be fully admitted. I remember looking at Tara and thinking, “Run errands? We are supposed to run errands right before our lives change forever? What kind of errand am I supposed to run?” The answer, with a very pregnant wife standing next to me, was easy; grab lunch! I remember driving through the streets of Lubbock, Texas full of questions as we drove to lunch. “Lunch. What a novel idea. It’ll be good to grab lunch one more time before this foreign little creature that is inhabiting Tara’s belly arrives and started to rule our world. Lunch. Yeah. Let’s grab lunch like it’s any other day.” Tara and I went to Arby’s, ate, and then returned to the hospital. Upon returning to the hospital, the staff judiciously escorted us to our room where Tara was soon induced. It was approximately 4 o’clock and we started seeing tiny, tiny contractions on the monitor around 4:30, Tara looked at the monitor and said, “I wonder if that is a contraction.” She would not be asking that question a few hours later. . (For any of you who have experienced the joy of labor, you understand why I write the words, “tiny, tiny.” Those “tiny” contractions would turn into not-so-tiny contractions later.) Fast forward to a few hours later…After watching the Home and Garden Network and waiting on Tara’s contractions to increase, the intense moments of childbirth began around 8 p.m. I will always remember two very vivid moments from the four hours that followed. I will always remember the heart-wrenching beauty of watching Tara endure and push through the pain in order to give birth to Natalie. Tara tried taking an epidural, but for medical reasons, the epidural did not work. That meant that Tara had to give birth to Natalie totally aware. My love for her intensified that night as she fought to give birth to our little girl. How could someone be so tough and tender at the same time? How could a difficult and painful process be so beautiful and miraculous? I will always remember what happened once Natalie was delivered. Immediately after cutting the cord, the nursing staff rushed Natalie over to the heating tray and started to clean her off and do the necessary medical procedures to ensure the health of a newborn. I remember staring at Natalie, so confused and appreciative of the last few hours. Again, how could a process that appeared so painful feel so moving? How could this same little person who was in her momma’s belly while we were snacking on Arby’s a few hours earlier be the same little person who is now filling the delivery room with her cries? As I kept pondering these things, something happened that made my heart stop. Natalie turned her head and…She opened her eyes and looked at me. Natalie opened her eyes and stared, what felt like, deep into my soul. In that moment, I knew I was hopeless. Tara had stolen my heart back in 2001 when we started dating. However, when Natalie made eye contact with me, I realized that our (me and Tara) hearts were metaphorically outside of our bodies lying on this heating tray. Tara stole my heart, but somehow this little beautiful, wrinkly, crying very loudly, little person helped me see that my heart, our hearts, would always be captivated by her. (Time does not currently allow me to tell of the birth of our son, Isaac. But, needless to say, I was as deeply moved by Isaac’s birth as I was Natalie. However, Isaac’s birth brought about a new set of circumstances that I will try and write about later.) After Natalie’s birth, I was able to understand Mary’s ability to ponder a little bit more. Upon reflecting about the day she was born, I realized that I pondered a lot during that process, as noted above. But, as I write, reflect, and ponder now, I am moved by a few specific things. First, giving birth is a beautiful paradox. The beauty of life occurs through a painful process. Secondly, I have learned that that little ones we birth and raise have an amazing ability to hold us captive in awe inspiring, time-slowing-down, kind of ways. Our hearts leap within us when we take the time to wrestle, draw, and play dolls with our children-who-are-miracles. Thirdly, the same thoughts and feelings we encounter during the birth of someone we love are very probably the same thoughts and feelings Mary and Joseph had the day of Jesus'. It may not have been an Arby’s roast beef sandwich, but I am sure Mary and Joseph ate something the day of Jesus’ birth while wrestling with their new reality. Finally, I am moved by the reality that through another paradox, a baby-born-in-a-manger-who-would-be-a-sacrificial-king, we have hope of forgiveness and new life. My prayer for all of us this Christmas season is that we would slow down enough to ponder the beauty of our families and the power of salvation, forgiveness, and life change through the tiny baby who was born in a manger over 2000 years ago, Jesus. (Whether or not you choose to eat at Arby’s this Christmas season is up to you, but if you do, and they have the King’s Hawaiian bread, a roast beef sandwich is a must!)
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Caren Lowe
12/1/2014 10:54:20 am
Your recollection of that special night is still so vivid to you! There's is nothing in the world like becoming a parent for the first time
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Tara GibsonTara wears several hats; wife to Paul, Mom to Natalie and Isaac, Physical Therapist by day, and Noonday Collection ninja at night. Tara cares deeply about helping other women understand their true identities and developing their relationships with Christ. Tara likes to read, cook, and learn about all things Disney.
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