Overshadowed By God

 

As Christmas approaches, we hear the Natvity story often. When I saw this scripture posted on a friend's news feed, a word really stood out to me, "overshadowed." In this passage, an angel has appeared to Mary to tell her she had been chosen by God to carry the Son of God. Though she was a virgin, the power of God would move and overshadow her. In the Greek, this word is episkzo. It means a divine, supernatural enveloping of God's glory and power. It was the same word used when the bright cloud covered Jesus at the Transfiguration in Matthew 17:5 and when God's glory filled the Tabernacle in Exedus 40:34-38. Imagine a very young girl, already engaged to someone. She is approached by God through an angel and told she would become with child and carry the Savior of the world. She had to face not only fear of facing the supernatural, but also fear of what would happen if what God said actually happened. Joseph could divorce her, leaving her shunned in a society that rejected adultery by stoning or shunning. Oh, the trust she had to have in God. Yet still through fear and uncertainty, she accepted God's will for her life and all mankind. Whatever you may be facing this Christmas, God is able to overshadow whatever you may face. He doesn't just cover it. He envelopes it. He surrounds you and fills you with His glory. His presence is with you in the middle of it all. This Christmas, let God's love and presence overshadow you.

Have a very blessed Christmas high-heeled warrior!

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