“’And having come in, the angel said to her, “Rejoice, highly favoured one, the Lord is with you; blessed are you among women!”’
‭‭Luke‬ ‭1‬:‭28‬ ‭NKJV‬‬

Apostle Paul conceived & birthed the Holy Thing {‘the mystery of the dispensation of the grace of God‘ Eph 3) successfully because He also had something in common with Mary: He learned how to maintain stillness internally!

Mother Theresa famously said:

God is the friend of silence. We need to find God, and God cannot be found in noise and restlessness.
We need silence to be able to touch souls.

So when you read in Luke 1:26-28 that the Angel Gabriel was sent to Mary “and having come in, he said”. It should impress upon you the distraction-free, Noise-free, posture of Mary’s heart. There was no need to knock and wait for the door to be opened, no need to fight to get her attention! The pathways of her soul was interference free. He was sent / He came / He delivered the message.

You and I in this over-stimulated; perpetually busy; distraction-laden generation must make war with our minds and gain mastery of our focus, pressing past the ‘strong winds’ / the earthquake / the fire 1 Ki 19:11-13 that seeks to perpetually hold our attention captive into that place of stillness where the Holy Spirit has our undivided attention and the still small voice can easily be heard in our hearts. It is in this space that we continually receive the word of life required for a successful pregnancy & delivery.

Look at this case study from Songs of Songs that accurately depicts the pondering’s in which we believers today all too often get entangled in and end up missing out on ‘the fellowship of the Holy Spirit’ which after long periods of deferment can lead to post-term pregnancy; stunted growth of the divine purpose; and fatal miscarriage.

Grace unto us all.

Pre-occupation that closes the door of our heart: Songs of Songs 5:2-8
2 I sleep, but my heart waketh: it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.
3 I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?
4 My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him.
5 I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with sweet smelling myrrh, upon the handles of the lock.
6 I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone: my soul failed when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.
7 The watchmen that went about the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.
8 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of love.
Are you daily missing the sweet fellowship?