I just finished reading part of 90 Days with the One and Only, where Beth takes you into the stable—into that quiet moment where Mary is alone with baby Jesus after everyone else is gone and asleep. She paints a picture of what Mary might have been thinking and feeling in that sacred stillness.
It was so special to imagine.
One of God’s perfect plans in all of this is that I now have a new baby grandson. That makes it so easy for me to picture just how small and helpless Jesus must have been. I can feel the love, awe, and amazement of birthing a child—the smell, the touch, the warmth of something so tiny and precious.
I was remembering back to when my own babies were born—that instant, overwhelming love a mother feels after giving birth. You have no concept of what that is like until you experience it yourself. It’s one of the many miracles of creation—the way a child is completely dependent on you for survival.
And then I tried to picture myself in Mary’s place.
If I were her, wouldn’t I want to see some sign that this baby was truly God in the flesh? Maybe a look in His eye, a “knowing” wink—something that confirmed it?
But Mary simply saw a helpless newborn, needing all of her love and care to survive.
What incredible faith she must have had!
Lord, You are amazing. Your simplicity and complexity are woven together so perfectly.
Thank You for the many gifts You give us—those we recognize and those we don’t even notice.
Amen.
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