Luke 1:39-45 – The two wombs
You tend to get tired of hearing the well rehearsed stories of your childhood,
Eagerly, breathlessly repeated by wistful parents.
But this wasn’t a ‘normal’ family visit of stilted conversation, polite remarks and grudging hospitality.
The wild-eyed teenager running into the arms of her blossoming, but aged cousin,
bumps bumping together
while never a truer word uttered by my mother
‘Blessed be he that cometh’
And so I jumped.
With joy, with adoration.