🎨 Hello, dear artists!
Mary arrived, weary yet glowing, her hands resting on the life within her. Elizabeth, older, already round with John, felt her child leap with joy as Mary’s voice called out. The two women embraced, tears in their eyes—one young, one seasoned, both chosen. In that tender moment, two mothers shared not just blood, but purpose. Their sons, still hidden beneath their hearts, already knew each other—Spirit recognizing Spirit. The quiet room was full of something eternal. Hope. Promise. Mary held Elizabeth’s hands, and they laughed softly, trembling with awe. God was near. And their children would change the world.
Ready? It’s a moment just for you. Enjoy it! 🖼️🖌️
