I have been moved to the point of tears, crying over the fact that my perfect, awesome Savior came to earth as a tiny,fragile, helpless newborn. He had peach-fuzz hair and silken cheeks. He smelled like a baby smelled. The only form of communication He had was the tiny, weak cry of someone who had only just learned how to draw a breath. He couldn't do anything for Himself, but He would do everything for us. How did Mary feel? I am sure in part these thoughts come to me because of my own sweet boy. My heart breaks with my love for him, Mary must have loved Jesus even more. I have such hopes and dreams for Carson (and Josie!) and neither of them is the only Son of the Living God. Whoa! It is truly incomprehensible. But I will praise God for His perfect plan, and continue to be completely overwhelmed by the thought of a precious, precious Baby coming to die for me.
So, there is my cheesy post. I know often the things that seem so significant to me are often elicit responses of "she is so weird" but yet I feel compelled to post this anyway. No one should feel forced to comment but I hope that this Christmas season that you get a new thought about the same wonderful Story, too.