Mary's TreasureEgzanp

Wrapped in Layers
His small sleeping body curved into my chest
Each breath’s rise and fall sinking deeper in rest.
I buried my nose in His warm baby hair
Amazed at the closeness with God I could share.
And could the great God who created the world,
Be infant whose fingers around mine now curled?
With cloth designated for sacrificed lambs
I bound up my baby with trembling hands.
I pinch off a piece of the swaddle cloth white
And tuck it away in a place out of sight.
The blood washed away, now he gleamed pure as snow.
The process by which His forgiveness would flow.
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In this devotional written from the perspective of Jesus' mother, Mary vulnerably and honestly details the intimate moments of her experience as a mom. In each compelling scene, Mary treasures a small token to remember it by. Little does she know the divine significance each item will play in the ultimate purpose of her son’s role on earth.
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