The veil between heaven and earth was paper thin. Legions of warrior messengers stood guard of the Gateway between, but they knew and recognised Gabriel from his frequent visits to the children of God below.

Mary was resting in her favourite place atop the roof of Zechariah’s house. At least here there was no hiding her away: she mused to herself as she reflected over the events of recent weeks.

The messengers of God never rest nor sleep; they are constantly active for the One they serve. For this reason, they don’t usually have dreams or visions even though their Heaven-sent messages are often delivered

As heaven-sent words bubbled out through Zechariah’s mouth, a stillness fell over everyone present. It was so clear that God’s presence filled the tiny house that was packed with well-wishers and gossip mongers alike. For

The villagers were fascinated with all the comings and goings at old Zechariah’s house. The arrival of Elizabeth’s young cousin to help her as her time to deliver drew closer made sense. What was harder

Mary’s eyes had widened as she listened to her cousin. That Elizabeth knew her secret news was somehow not a surprise. It confirmed within her that God was very much in control, very much the

Even as she travelled along lonely pathways, Mary felt no fear. As her tummy grew so did her confidence in God’s protection and purpose. She could not see the warrior messengers that travelled with her,

  Gabriel flew, silent and unseen, over valleys and mountains to the village that was mere miles from the Royal palace , yet worlds away from the opulence and vain glory of earthen kings. Small