“But his mother treasured all these things in her heart” (Luke 2:51b).
A mother’s love. Oh, how this is something I never understood until I had a child of my own. I am sure that I have read the above verse before, but I do not recall it. I do not know if the reason it has never spoken to me is because He did not want it yet revealed to my heart, that I only recently became a mother, or both. Regardless, I read the scripture above, and I was moved.
To preface this verse, in Luke 2 we see that Mary and Joseph have taken their son to the Festival of Passover in Jerusalem. They go to return home, travelling with their friends and family and thought Jesus was with them, among their confidants and loved ones. They travel for a day’s time before they realize that Jesus is not with them. Can you imagine the panic? Your son is missing! The child you love as only a parent can! You were placed in the charge of the Savior and now you have lost him! It’s a parent’s worst nightmare.
Jesus’ parents soon find him, at the Temple, of course. His mother even says, “Son, why have you treated us like this? Your father and I have been anxiously searching for you” (2:48). I can just hear the worry, relief and maybe even scolding in her question. Jesus replies, “Why were you searching for me? Didn’t you know I had to be in my Father’s house?” (2:49)
The story continues, “Then he went down to Nazareth with them and was obedient to them. But his mother treasured these things in her heart” (2:51).
Mary did not fully understand all that her son was destined to be and endure, but she knew he was special, God’s child, and had a purpose. Mary shows us a true mother’s heart. She treasured her son, all that he said and all that he did. A mother who was concerned for her son’s safety and wellbeing. A mother who had moments like all mothers, joy, dark times, weariness, a doubt or two. A mother who steps out in faith from the first day she meets the angel Gabriel to the resurrection of her son for all mankind.
Oh, sweet moms, let us treasure the moments our children give us, as Mary did.
When they make us smile.
Treasure it. Why? Because every single moment is a gift that we have been given to be their mother. Although they are ultimately His, for this time on Earth we get to love them with a mother’s love.
Please Lord, let me treasure these things in my own heart. Let me take time to slow down and savor them. Remember them. For You have created my child for a purpose, and I have been blessed as her mother to help lead, guide and watch her fulfill that purpose for Your glory. Amen.