***I originally wrote this back in December of 2008. For some reason it got saved as a draft but didn't get published. The timing is off, of course, but it still made me cry a little.
Many of you have heard me say this, so please bear with me. As we are quickly (more quickly than I am actually prepared for), approaching Christmas. Christmas always gets me thinking and with Jillian's birthday, my mind has gone back to that first Christmas Jillian was here.
She was 6 days old (a big one, for sure). My father always reads us the Christmas story from Luke on Christmas morning before any presents are unwrapped (and before some of us - namely Nathan - are even really awake). That particular morning as I listened to that story from a perspective of a brand new mom, I couldn't help but think about Mary. I knew that I loved this baby I was holding more than I had ever imagined was possible. But I wondered what it might be like to know that you have given birth to the Savior of the world - the Prince of Peace and Lord of Lords. The Messiah!
To say that I lost it that Christmas morning would be an understatement. And even though Jillian is a lot bigger (and with more attitude), that perspective has never left me. What Mary must have felt or have been thinking knowing what she knew! I just hope I can keep that the awe of that with me - forever.
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