Now the birth of Jesus Christ was on this wise: When as his mother, Mary was espoused to Joseph, before they came together, she was found with child of the Holy Ghost. Matthew 1:18

Whoa, talk about an unexpected “curve in life’s road”!  Mary was, most likely, a very young teenage girl with typical dreams of her future life: her wedding day and its great celebration with family and the whole village in attendance, Joseph leading her away to their new home he had prepared, the children she would have with the comfort of her mother being there – yes, visions of a typical, happy and safe life.

          Then there was the visit from the Angel Gabriel. No, she had never dreamed of being pregnant having never known a man, her precious Joseph thinking to quietly put her away, her hurried wedding with friends and family whispering behind her back, being heavily pregnant on the jostling donkey ride to Bethlehem and giving birth in a stable with only Joseph in attendance. And never, in her worst nightmares, did she dream of kneeling before a cross watching her first born son crucified and dying.

          But then again, she had never dreamed of giving birth to the promised Messiah, having the privilege of loving, caring for and teaching him as he grew into a man. She never dreamed of that child being her Savior and being filled with his Spirit on the day of Pentecost. She never dreamed that her sometimes terrifying curve in life’s road would bring Jesus Christ, our hope of glory into this sin-cursed world. No, not what she envisioned.

          How many of us have experienced curves in our road that sent us spiraling off into an unexpected direction, curves that have reshaped our lives, brought us into new seasons, or caused us to refocus and embrace a new purpose? And what about the curves that have required us to dig in and use every last ounce of faith in our hearts? Yes, curves unforeseen by us but never unforeseen by God, who has promised to work all things together for our good, sometimes in ways, we cannot even imagine. And that is our comfort, and that is our Hope.

          Cookie Vining