Disclaimer/Spoiler: It has been a rough day, The content of this post may offend some (as I compare myself to the Virgin Mary) which is certainly not my intention. Read at your own discretion.
First of welcome to my pity party. I hope you brought your "plus 1," because it has been lonely whooping it up by myself. But I digress.
Today I found myself comparing myself to the Virgin Mary, you know the mother of God, highest of all creatures. Right, that one. Like me, she was just going along, minding her own business, living in what we assume would later be called the "Christian way," when something happened. She was chosen, there was an angel, she gave of herself completely, with grace and mercy. She sacrificed her life as she knew it to carry a child and raise him, the Son of God. She did this without fear or hesitation (little Blues Traveller reference there), because it "was the right thing to do."
Luke 1:38 "Here am I, the servant of the Lord; let it be with me according to your word.”
Similarly, I was living my life, trying to be a good Christian, a virgin, a child really. But that was taken from me. There was no angel, except perhaps in disguise, but turns out he was a demon with lots of little demon followers. Still, I willingly gave myself to him, not to bear the Son of God, but "in accordance with his word." I trusted him as Mary trusted Gabriel, blindly in faith. He was my savior, who I would go to any end to please, because "it was the right thing to do." My sacrifice had huge repercussions on my life, as did Mary's. One of the key differences though, besides the virgin birth of Jesus, is that I did not possess Mary's grace and mercy, perhaps I did, but now I am just effing pissed and bitter.
Meghan 1:32 "Here am I, having served you, and it's not fucking fair, I WANT MY LIFE BACK THAT YOU STOLE FROM ME!!!"
First of welcome to my pity party. I hope you brought your "plus 1," because it has been lonely whooping it up by myself. But I digress.
Today I found myself comparing myself to the Virgin Mary, you know the mother of God, highest of all creatures. Right, that one. Like me, she was just going along, minding her own business, living in what we assume would later be called the "Christian way," when something happened. She was chosen, there was an angel, she gave of herself completely, with grace and mercy. She sacrificed her life as she knew it to carry a child and raise him, the Son of God. She did this without fear or hesitation (little Blues Traveller reference there), because it "was the right thing to do."
Luke 1:38 "Here am I, the servant of the Lord; let it be with me according to your word.”
Similarly, I was living my life, trying to be a good Christian, a virgin, a child really. But that was taken from me. There was no angel, except perhaps in disguise, but turns out he was a demon with lots of little demon followers. Still, I willingly gave myself to him, not to bear the Son of God, but "in accordance with his word." I trusted him as Mary trusted Gabriel, blindly in faith. He was my savior, who I would go to any end to please, because "it was the right thing to do." My sacrifice had huge repercussions on my life, as did Mary's. One of the key differences though, besides the virgin birth of Jesus, is that I did not possess Mary's grace and mercy, perhaps I did, but now I am just effing pissed and bitter.
Meghan 1:32 "Here am I, having served you, and it's not fucking fair, I WANT MY LIFE BACK THAT YOU STOLE FROM ME!!!"
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