It was Christmas Eve, and there she was, sitting in the pew with her parents. Maeve – a beautiful five-foot-something young woman. In another lifetime I had held her in the palm of my hand. She was a “premie”, a great gift to her parents, but one that had arrived a bit early and reminded us all of just how fragile life is. Seeing her, and thinking that she and her family would want to see me, even if only briefly, brought a special joy to my Christmas that year. I hugged them all … but I hugged her just a bit longer, thanking God for the miracle of her birth and the person she had become.
Today is the Feast of the Visitation – the visit between a youthful Mary and the more mature-in-years Elizabeth. St. Luke tells us there was an urgency, an excitement to this visit as Mary “hurried” to the home of Zechariah and Elizabeth. They were cousins of different generations; but they had something in common: They were bearers of important news. And when they visited each other with the children growing in their wombs, the babies stirred.
May your presence bring joy to someone today. And don’t miss the possibility of a miracle happening in the friends and strangers whose lives will cross your path.
A blessed Tuesday.
(Maeve’s photo is used with her permission.)