She wasn’t expecting a visitor.
Not tonight. Not ever.

The house was quiet — just her and her thoughts.

Then, the room shifted.
She didn’t hear a door open or footsteps fall.
But she wasn’t alone.

The light came first.
Bright — almost blinding — but not harsh.
It radiated with unearthly softness, like warmth breaking through the veil between worlds.
It seemed to pass straight through her, down to her bones.

“Greetings, favored one. The Lord is with you.”
The words came from the glowing column before her.

She didn’t speak
Couldn’t.
Her heart thundered in her chest.
The moment was terrifying and sacred,
like standing on the edge of a cliff and knowing you’re meant to jump.

The angel smiled.

“Don’t be afraid, Mary. You have found favor with God.
You will conceive and give birth to a son.
You are to call Him Jesus.”

The words crashed over her like a waterfall.

The angel went on —
The child would be great.
Son of the Most High.
His kingdom would never end.

She could barely breathe.

“How can this be?” she asked quietly.
“I’m a virgin.”

“The Holy Spirit will come upon you,” he said.
“The power of the Most High will overshadow you.
So the child to be born will be holy — the Son of God.”

It felt like a dream.
But somehow, she knew it was real.

She said yes.
And received the Son of God.

The Seed of Christ

Mary said yes.
And the world was never the same.

That moment of quiet surrender wasn’t just the beginning of a miracle.
It was a model.
Because what Mary carried in her womb,
we now carry in our spirit.

The same Holy Spirit who overshadowed her now lives in us.
And His mission hasn’t changed.

Galatians 4:19 says it plainly:
“I am again in the pains of childbirth until Christ is formed in you.”

This isn’t poetry.
It’s process.
God didn’t come to improve your behavior.
As the bridegroom, Christ came to plant His nature in you.

Somewhere along the way, we were told a lie:
That acting like Jesus is what proves we belong to Him.
That imitation is the goal.
That transformation is something we earn.

It’s like a pregnant wife thinking that carrying a child makes her more married.
The union came first.
The pregnancy doesn’t prove the relationship — it testifies to it.