Remember when you were a kid ... and you had to tell your parents something bad?
Maybe you failed a test and you had to get them to sign the paper.
Or maybe you got detention, and had to fess up.
Dented Dad's car?
Broke Mom's favorite statue?
Do you remember the lump in your throat as you thought through how to deliver the news? You played out all the scenarios ... and none ended well.
Do you remember the moment right before you spilled the news?
"Mom? Dad? There is something I have to tell you ...."
Now imagine what Mary felt like when she had to tell her parents she was pregnant.
And it was God's child.
A statement that, given her situation, would bring great embarrassment to the family.
And possible death to herself.
And then she had to tell her husband ...
What strength our Blessed Mother had.
God Bless you.