She stared at me. “It’s your wedding tomorrow.” She said plainly. My sister, Rebecca, grabbed my hand and led me to the fabric shop. I chose a red fabric with a gold lace. My flowers were the common daisies that grew on the hillside. I bathed and washed my hair. My mother combed it until it was soft. I prepared all day and was finally ready for the wedding. I had high hopes that my best friend could be brought back from the Romans in time for my marriage. There was a problem, though. I didn’t even know if she was alive.

I got up the next morning and dressed in my gown. I fixed my hair and adjusted the veil until it was perfect. Suddenly, the air seemed still. A bright light filled my room. My mouth went dry. Then I saw it. It was an angel of God. His voice echoed in the room. “Greetings, you are favored by the Lord! The Lord is with you. Don’t be afraid, Mary. You will become pregnant, give birth to a son,

And name him Jesus. He will be a great man and will be called the Son of the Most High. The Lord God will give him

the throne of his ancestor David. Your son will be king of Jacob’s people forever, and his kingdom will never end.”  I asked the angel, “How can this be? I’m a virgin.”  The angel answered her, “The Holy Spirit will come to you, and the power of the Most High will overshadow you. Therefore, the holy child developing inside you will be called the Son of God.

 “Elizabeth, your relative, is six months pregnant with a son in her old age. People said she could not have a child.  But nothing is impossible for God.”

 I answered, “I am the Lord’s servant. Let everything you have said happen to me.” Then he was gone. I covered my face with my hands. I was to bear the Son of God. The same that every woman yearned for in their heart when they was with child. I was the woman whom God had found favor in. Then it hit me. There were many things I had not thought of. What of my reputation? Joseph would never believe me. Why had God chosen me? How would I tell my family? Then I thought, Elizabeth, my cousin, was six months pregnant. She would believe me. I had to go there. The harvest was in about three months. I would come back by then. There was a knock at my door. “Come in,” I said weakly. “Mary, it is time for breakfast. Joseph is here too.” My mother said quietly.