I keep checking the calendar and yes, it was only a week ago that it was Thanksgiving. It seems like there were at least 3 Saturdays before Sunday which makes it feel like WAAAYYYY longer since we were sitting around the annual turkey feast.
But no. It is actually and truly Day…..
Earlier this week I worked two days in Bloomington. This meant a slumber party with our 2 year old grandson. I don’t even care if I get paid.
There is nothing quite like watching that little guy snooze. I held his hand and just stared at his little self sleeping so peacefully. It is rare to see him not moving and not talking, so I just soaked it all in.
I know I am usually pretty stoic, but big tears began to slip down onto the pillow as I thought about God sending His Son to earth in just this form. I thought of Jesus as a two year old. Long lashes resting on chubby cheeks. Big toddler “smoochy” lips pursed as air slipped in and out. Dimpled knees bent and feet crossed over each other. And His parents fleeing for their lives to Egypt.
What was He thinking to trust His Son with the likes of us?
I don’t have an answer. I just marvel at the thought of it. I can barely think of someone even just slightly teasing this little guy and God sent His Son to die. For me. For you. For all the world.
For God so loved the world, that He gave His one and only Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life. John 3:16 NIV
Blessings on you as you ponder the wonder of Christmas!