Christmas has struck me differently this year than in the past. I've ALWAYS been a huge fan of the entire Christmas season (although I prefer to see the season start after Thanksgiving is over...) Even as a little girl - I loved the snow, the music, the lights, the scents, warm fires & mugs of cocoa... and most of all, the precious, indescribable feeling of something *awesome* that enveloped me at this time of year. This year, on top of all those sensations, I've been struck more deeply than ever by the thought of a pregnant teenage girl, giving birth in some seriously scary conditions...
As my baby moves and twists inside me, I imagine what it would be like to know that your baby is God incarnate.
As I daydream about this Little One's childhood and adulthood, I wonder how it would feel to know that my baby would grow up and meet a horrific, torturous end... but in doing so, would save the world.
As I sit in awe of the responsibility God has placed upon Mark and I in raising this bebe up for His glory, I contemplate what it would be like to be chosen as the mother of God's one and only Son.
This year - Christmas is not only about the incredible gift the Lord gave us in His precious baby boy - but it is also about the humble & imperfect humans that He chose to help His plan unfold. How in the world can I ever hide behind claims of "unworthiness"? The Christmas story is one of the ultimate examples of God's power being made perfect in weakness.
Blessings to you this holiday season!!
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Lovely post :) You have been chosen also. To raise a child that will spread that wonderful news to others.
I love what Julie said... so true. I well remember feeling the same thing two Christmases ago, when I was a nineteen year old girl expecting my first son. It puts everything in a whole new light.
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