How do I explain to you the greatest days in my life? God had taken away my disgrace and finally allowed me to carry a child. Not just any child but John. He was going to be a special child. His life would be spent preparing the way for our people to accept the coming Christ our Savior. My heart was full of thanksgiving for all that God was doing in my life.
But that day…that day was even more than I could have dreamed. I remember Mary was making her way up the path to my home. She called to me in her excitement. Her greeting no sooner sounded in my ear when John, filled with the Holy Spirit, leapt for joy in my womb. Now I was far enough along to know about common movements but this…this was not common. This was a kind of supernatural understanding.
Suddenly, I was overwhelmed by the power of the Holy Spirit. I was drawn to respond to his favor and His revelation flooded my soul with joy and praises. My mind could barely comprehend what He revealed to me. Mary. Sweet young Mary was going to give birth to the Son of God. Our Redeemer. Our Savior. Israel’s consolation. From my mouth sprang forth blessings on Mary and the child that she would bear.
Suddenly I realized that the mother of my Lord had come to me. That the Holy Spirit had used me to confirm what God had promised to Mary.
How unworthy am I that He would draw me to Jesus before He was even born. I knew. I just knew…from that day forward the world would not be the same. That God had sent His love down to us in His own Son and God chose me to bless the mother of our Lord.