Eyelids already closed, her covered head began to droop as well. The journey from Galilee to Bethlehem was one long, dry path consisting of a many day journey. Knowing that they would be gone for several weeks, the couple had prepared well, regardless of their humble circumstances. Great care had been taken to prepare a borrowed donkey and the food and bedding necessary. The husband, Joseph, was constantly amazed at his wife’s diligence and determination. Preparing for a long journey is always a difficult task, but in her current condition, it was nothing short of a miracle that she was able to continue all the way to Bethlehem. Her first-born child would soon be arriving and while they didn’t know how much longer it would be they hoped to at least be in the city upon the child’s arrival.
Her head suddenly snapped up as she jolted awake. Riding atop donkey is not exactly a pleasant task, but her husband wouldn’t allow her to walk any farther. Honestly, she wasn’t sure she could walk at this stage anyways. Every step felt as heavy as lead when she tried to shuffle forward. In the last hour, a sharp pain had begun to pulse throughout her body. When Joseph turned and saw her doubled over in pain, he quickly helped her onto the donkey and began to lead them both towards the city.
As they neared the city, fear gripped her heart. She knew that her time was nearing, but she was so far from her mother and sisters and anyone who could help her. How could she possibly fulfil this alone? The sheer panic of pre-motherhood was enough to keep her thoughts occupied for the entire journey. Keeping a prayer in her heart and a hand resting gently on her stomach, she was led into the unknown.