Editor’s note: DCSC volunteer Kate reflects on the word “trust” this Advent season through song lyrics and the Annunciation story of Our Lady.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L8_475FKJWQ

I have traveled many moonless nights

Cold and weary with a babe inside

And I wonder what I’ve done

Holy Father you have come

And chosen me now

To carry your son

 

I am waiting in a silent prayer

I am frightened by the load I bear

In a world as cold as stone

Must I walk this path alone

Be with me now

Be with me now

 

[Chorus:]

Breath of heaven

Hold me together

Be forever near me

Breath of heaven

Breath of heaven

Lighten my darkness

Pour over me your holiness

For you are holy

Breath of heaven

 

Do you wonder as you watch my face

If a wiser one should have had my place

But I offer all I am

For the mercy of your plan

Help me be strong

Help me be

Help me

[Chorus 2x]

During advent, I am constantly astounded by the faith Mary had. This song, Breath of Heaven by Amy Grant, is one that I grew up with at my home parish in Roanoke, Virginia. I was always moved by the lyrics of this song because it helps me imagine how Mary must have felt. 

Many times, I tend to think that Mary was just this extremely devout woman who accepted God’s call for her with open arms. Sure, she was scared at first, but I doubt that fear lasted long! But then I come to my senses and think about the facts: She was 14, she was a virgin, and she was not married yet. And this is just at the beginning of her journey! After she bore Jesus, her life was most likely full of fear. A child she once felt moving inside of her womb was now out moving in the world…and in very big ways. 

My word for this blog is Trust. If anyone had trust in God’s plan for them, it was Mary. For Advent, I encourage you to listen for the ways in which God is moving in your life. Mary received her call from an angel, a “Breath of Heaven”. How many times has God tried calling you to him? Most of the time, I feel like God has to shout to get my attention about the smallest of things, and sometimes I still can’t hear him. Yet all Mary needed was a whisper to let God move mountains through her.

God, let us all be more attentive to your gentle whisper, and help us trust in you like Mary did in this time of uncertainty and anticipation. Amen.