Christmas has come and gone.
It seemed to just FLY by this year.
Happily, we have one more family Christmas to enjoy.
So I’m still making peppermint patties
and enjoying those twinkling white lights.
“It’s the most wonderful time of the year!”
Christmas always makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside.
The festive music.
Anticipation of just what is inside that beautifully wrapped package with your name on it.
The celebrations and fun times with family.
This Christmas, I felt so much kinship with Mary.
It’s the first time I’ve experienced carrying a child inside.
It was her first time too.
It’s easy to romanticize the story of Mary & Joseph traveling to Bethlehem.
A babe born in a stable. Angels, shepherds’ adoration,
a serene infant wrapped in swaddling clothes.
But then I remind myself…
This was a real-life down-to-earth in-the-flesh story.
Mary was a human, just like me.
She was a woman of exceptional character — why else would God have chosen her
to be the mother of the Messiah?
But maybe, just maybe, she cried tears as the donkey bounced
and jolted her heavy-with-child body up and down on the way to Bethlehem.
Did she wonder just who this child was that kicking her from the inside?
Maybe she wished for her mom, as she was giving birth far from home
in a lowly stable.
I’m sure she felt normal emotions…
and yet, the Bible says several times:
“But Mary treasured up all these things, pondering them in her heart.“
It seems that Mary wondered and marveled over all these events.
This was far beyond any story she would’ve imagined for her life.
It was the most miraculous birth story ever told.
In all of its reality,
there was so much wonder and joy and hope born that day.
What are you pondering, this Christmas season?