Anticipating God

She waddled nine months round.
Waiting.
Anticipating.
How do you anticipate God?
She heard words drip from angel lip's: "You will bear a son... who will be called the Son of God." Luke 1:31,35.
Words, overwhelming.
And she had been overwhelmed by Him. 
Now she was bursting. With life.
With God.
She ran hands smooth over taut.
Muscles rippled with ache.
Soon, she knew.
And her heart ached with longing.
Longing bred from gossip-scorn.
The baby, this God-child, kicked within, stretching the veil hiding.
This same veil would be torn, in the end.
But this she did not know. She only knew the throbbing. 
Of back and limbs.
Of anticipation.
To hold her son.
To behold Jesus. Jehovah-Savior. 
She expected Him. 
She knew her body would yield and she would deliver. 
The Deliverer.
She awaited him. Him.
With arms held wide.
Willing.