My Very Own

Good Christmas Eve to you dear friends.

I've been struck with awe these last few days thinking about the birth of Christ and comparing it to what I now know about birth. As the mister and I watched "the Nativity" the other night my thoughts have turned to Mary and I wonder how she did it.

How did she bare the pain, feel the warmth, fall in love, and keep it all together?

How did she grab the babe in those first moments, when you are still in shock that your body has produced something that is moving and screaming at you, and not fall apart knowing that the miracle on her chest was the King she had been looking for?

How did she feel as she swaddled her son and yet realized He was not her own?

When I look at my own I think things like, how do I let go, how do I keep her from harm, and how do I save her from ever having a broken heart?

But her own, sweet Mary, she new He would have to leave, she could not protect Him from the pain He faced, and He was broken already for His people...yet there he was, baby God in her arms, fast asleep while she stared at him.(if her first night was anything like mine).

I stared most of that first night with my own, amazed, afraid, and in love. I can only imagine that she felt the same except multiplied a hundred times b/c she was holding Jesus.

So this Christmas Eve, where ever you find yourself, whether it be happy to be with the ones your heart holds dear, or excited about what the morning will bring, or staring at a face you love, I pray you will feel the awe that is the true magic of this night, the Sacrifice came into this world and Love became the Hero of our stories and He became our very own.

Sleep in heavenly peace friends.

Good night.