Hey, guys! This story was originally just one story entitled, "Do you trust me, Joseph?" but then I just kept adding more. Here, I have combined them all together into one short story regarding the relationship of Joseph and Mary. I love them both so much! Here is a little something I write a few days ago regarding their relationship, and below is the prologue to my story "Joseph and Mary: A Story of Faith, Hope, and Love". Enjoy, and please review :)

As Christmas approaches, it got me thinking about the Joseph and Mary Love Story. Most don't really think of Mary and Joseph as a "#relationshipgoals" couple. Mary got pregnant with a baby while married to Joseph—and the baby was not Joseph's. Joseph almost divorced her. Not the best start, right? But bear with me as I explain. In today's day and age, movies (and real life) portray these couples that love each other simple for their bodies, or we often get the couples that remain together for the "good times" but don't love each other enough to try and make it work through the difficult.
Mary, while married to Joseph (as they were legally married, but could not live with each other until the first year was over), became pregnant with the Son of God. She could be stoned in the streets, as no one believed her on what the angel Gabriel had said. Killed simply because everyone thought they broke the Marriage Law. Joseph was a young carpenter, while Mary was a teenager who still lived with her parents. It was likely the two hardly spoke to each other, and now here they were, married, and Mary was pregnant. Perfect Love Story? Doesn't seem so, but…
Joseph wanted to leave Mary. He didn't believe her. He was ready to divorce her quietly. So why didn't he leave? It would be so much easier. Most don't realize that if he accepted Mary and the child as his own, he would be shunned from his town. He was building a house—but now would be unable to bargain with business peoples. He had friends—but after this, no more.
So why did he stay? Because he had to be completely in love with her. But how could you be so in love with someone who became pregnant (and you didn't know why or by whom?)? Because that is the kind of love that can come only from God. So even when Mary's parents didn't believe her, Joseph knew there had to be some explanation, as "she was a woman of great virtue".
So Joseph took Mary into his home, and even made a 100 mile journey with her while she was pregnant, promising to protect her and her child with everything he was. Joseph loved Mary to death. He walked the entire 100 miles, always giving her the donkey to ride. Always making sure she had food over him. Always, always protecting her. Because he loved her. If he hadn't loved her, he would have left her long ago.
By the time Jesus is born, it easy to see why both Joseph and Mary were chosen as Jesus' earthly parents. They are like a couple that has been married for 50 years, not a shunned carpenter and teenage girl barely into their first year. Joseph and Mary had not been together sexually at all before this, and yet Joseph loved her with all his being. Because that sort of love came from God. And Mary grew to love Joseph—as her protector, her husband, and the father of her new son.
They are completely #relationshipgoals like no other couple out there, and I love them both so much for giving us this example to follow.

A Time for The King

Somewhere far off, a Father and his Son watched the world become corrupt with darkness and sin. They watched with sadness in their hearts as Roman soldiers murdered the innocent, children were sentenced to slavery, and women were brutally beaten in the streets. They watched as the darkness of Satan slowly began creeping into every part of the world. The evil lurked in the shadows, ready to snatch anyone who was caught unaware. Those snatched by the devil were changed for the worse—no longer happy, no longer living, and no longer free. They remained dead inside, but still managed to walk and breathe through towns, speaking of demons and the evil that was ruling the world, for it truly was.

And for millions of years, neither the Father nor the Son could reach their hands out to stop this evilness. They did, sometimes, in small measures where hardly anyone noticed. But they couldn't save the world. They were forced to watch as the beautiful creation they once had created turned black with sin. They were forced to see God's beloved children drain themselves of love and happiness and simply accept evil as their new way of life. They had to watch as young girls were swept away by the Roman soldiers, screaming and crying, because their parents couldn't pay taxes. They watched as pregnant women were stoned to death in the street. They watched as men were beaten senseless by those higher up.

The wait was agonizing. Watching was horrible. The Son could barely stand the cruelty of it all. And then, one day, as God the Father watched the creation he had formed turn even blacker with sin, he turned towards his Son and said, finally, "My Son, it's time to save the world."