I’ve thought, over and over again, about what to write for this Christmas day. Many things have flown through my mind:
Mary and how she ponders it all in her heart. She knew and understood in her heart much more than we realize. She may have not had complete understanding in her mind, but in her heart it was complete. I know this, because I know God. He provides. The understanding that comes through the Spirit kept her whole in her heart. “Mary kept all these things, and pondered them in her heart.” Luke 2
I’ve thought about the Savior descending below all things, beginning with his humble birth as a helpless infant. I have found myself wondering what it would have felt like to hold him and nuzzle into his sweet, soft baby cheeks. Or what it would have been like to play with him as he was a child, read to him a story or give him knuckles in play. Although He is the redeemer of all, He was a child like all as well. How blessed Mary and Joseph were to get to raise Him into an adult. Parenting, in all of its forms, is such a special task.
I’ve thought about my own kids and how grateful I am for them. I take such joy in raising them just as Mary and Joseph did in raising Jesus, I’m sure. All of it is a precious gift. I am so grateful that I get to be a part of it. I don’t do it perfectly, not even close, but my love is genuine, and I am grateful for a Savior who perfects us through much sacrifice, suffering and grace. His love makes us whole.
Forever grateful for His birth!
