I Knew He Was Different... But I Let Him Be a Child (Mary POV)

I watched Him grow like any other boy. He laughed. He played.

He learned. But sometimes, I would remember the angel's words and my breath

would catch. He obeyed. He was kind. He listened more than He spoke.

I didn't rush Him into His calling. I didn't push Him into greatness.

I treasured these quiet years. Because even the Savior was once a child

in need of love. Luke two nineteen.