Imagine what Zechariah and Elizabeth talked about after their friends left the naming ceremony where Zechariah had miraculously regained his speech. What might he have learned in those silent months?
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“So… are you going to tell me?”
Elizabeth was ready to burst. She had waited nearly a year to hear what had happened in the temple.
Zechariah was looking adoringly at baby John lying on his lap. “Women. They always need the details about everything!” Zechariah looked up playfully at his wife.
“The Lord has freed your tongue, Zechariah. It needs some exercise. Out with it!”
In some ways being mute for ten months had made it easier. How does one even describe such things? The moment had been so sacred, and overwhelming...
