Wednesday: Psalm 119.89-128; Isaiah 62; Luke 19.11-28

From: Megan Pinckard

"You shall no more be termed Forsaken, and your land shall no more be termed Desolate, but you shall be called My Delight is in Her, and your land Married; for the Lord delights in you..."

Sometimes, oftentimes, I forget that I am known.

Even with the onslaught of social media, certain friends forget about me. Bosses and co-workers ignore me. Even my dearest and darlingest loved ones will fall silent on the days, during the moments, that I especially need a kind word. More than that, I want to be seen as I am, with heavy or withered heart, and accepted.

There are many miracles where the scriptures are concerned, but perhaps one of the greatest to me is that Christ calls each of us by name. He sees, and he knows, and he calls--come. Better yet, he gives greater names, ones we do not deserve but need, ones that describe whom we were created to be, what we were made to do. He did the same for Mary. From child to chosen to mother. Favored one, he called her.

We, too, are favored. Mary carried little Christ; we, we ourselves are little Christs. What a miracle. What a miraculous, wondrous, ridiculous fact. What a reason for my soul, my blood, and my bones to magnify the Lord.

I have the hands of a third grader and the soul of a fifty year old. I buy toys and children's books for a living.