Tuesday, January 14

Disapproving Eyebrows

Have you ever thought what it might have been like for Mary the mother of Jesus even before He was born? How do you think her family reacted? Here's one imaginary glimpse of what she may have faced.

I had been wandering around in the marketplace, feeling bewildered and lost because of my future mother-in-law's disapproval, when Imma took me gently by the elbow and led me back home.

"We will return home, yes? Hanalei will make our purchases."

It seemed to take us a long time to wend our way through the host of hot, irritable pedestrians. but the congestion eventually thinned, and we soon trudged down the narrow, winding path in our own neighbourhood.

I slumped on our front stoop, and buried my head in my arms while Imma went to search for Abba. Hanalei came and sat down beside me, but I did not care to talk. She gently laid her hand on my leg, and we leaned into each other without having much to say.



A shadow fell across the path, and Abba's deep voice instructed Hana to do the shopping. She gracefully arose, and the thought crossed my mind how tall and slender she was, just like Aunt Elisheva. I am small, with softly rounded curves, more like Imma. We both have large, dark eyes, though, and both of ours must have looked troubled at the time. I was left alone to face my father, although Imma hovered in the background.

"Mary'am, look at me."
My gaze lifted upwards, but it was hard to keep it steady; his face was so stern. He took a deep breath and expelled it slowly while crossing his arms in front of him.

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