Grace comes to me in snippets: A stanza of a hymn, a sentence of a sermon, a “Lord, have mercy” heard between wails and whines.

Before I became a mother, the story of Mary and her baby Jesus was familiar yet foreign to me. What did it mean to carry a child that was both yours and not yours? To feel the weight of new life growing inside you, knowing that that life was a precious gift from God Himself?