Her Son, Her Savior

In the Arms of Mary by Simon Dewey

And Mary said, My soul doth magnify the Lord, 

And my spirit hath rejoiced in God my Saviour.  

For he hath regarded the low estate of his handmaiden: 

for, behold, from henceforth all generations shall call me blessed. 

For he that is mighty hath done to me great things; 

and holy is his name.  

{ Luke 1: 46-49 }

This painting touches my heart so much. It depicts Mary clinging so gently to her precious baby... her Savior! After nine months of carrying the Son of God in her womb, months full of fear, uncertainty and pain, she could at last see Jesus and hold Him. Oh, think of it -- she was holding her Savior! The LORD of hosts. The King of glory. A helpless infant. Born in a stable. Wrapped in swaddling clothes. I cannot conceive the poverty and glory that met on that holy night. Mary's faith -- that she would deliver the Son of God -- became sight. And oh, how her spirit rejoiced as she held her son... God her Savior.