“But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart.” Luke 2:19
Oh, Mary, I completely understand. These past few weeks, I have been doing a lot of treasuring and pondering. No writing, but lots of treasuring and pondering. I’m finding it hard to put words to it all. Perhaps that’s best — Mary held her remembrances “dear, deep within her heart” both at her son’s birth (Luke 2:19) and twelve years later when she and Joseph found Jesus in the temple (Luke 2:51). I suspect she did a lot of treasuring in between, too. Years later, when Luke was gathering information for his gospel, Mary must have provided him with details of that wondrous night in Bethlehem when she gave birth to her firstborn son and wrapped him in swaddling clothes. Who else would have been able to describe that event so vividly? As Luke took notes, Mary was able to go deep in her heart to retrieve those precious memories.
Unlike mothers in Biblical times, I have photographs and home videos to pull out when I want to take a walk down memory lane. I have Skype and Instagram and Facebook and a smart phone. But there’s something about those “snapshots” that are embedded in the heart — such riches.
Here are a few recent images I’ve filed away, dear and deep:
My son pledging his life to his beautiful bride and braiding three cords together while wiping sweat from his brow and tears from his eyes.
My older daughter’s rich mellow voice drifting over the ocean breeze, singing a love song with the sweetness of a mother’s lullaby.
My younger daughter reading about the significance of the three strands, her slightly rounded belly holding promise of a soon-to-be family of three.
My younger son standing to toast the groom, stumbling over his words a bit, but sure and strong in his admiration of his big brother.
And of course, Hudson –watching him figure out how to crawl, then chasing him everywhere. Also, his delight in the sound of potato chips crunching in my mouth. I would have eaten a whole bag full of chips just to hear his belly laugh after each munch. Wait, I did eat a whole bag of chips. And it was so worth it.
And my last snapshot: at the end of the festivities and receptions and houseful of family, PB and I reveling in the quiet, looking at each other and saying. “We did it.” So glad it comes back around to just him and me once more.
Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also. Matthew 6:19-21