I didn't get a chance to reflect on all Christmas meant to me this year before the holiday but I wanted to take some time and just think about how God came to earth as a baby. The significance of that is not lost on me as I remember my experience this last year.
My son was born in June which is the month that some say is the actual month Christ was born. I did not have to take a journey on a donkey. I think about how big Mary must have been, and uncomfortable, as they arrived in Bethlehem. This is how big I was trying to make my way around the zoo. My water broke the next day and Daniel was born.

We had all the help we needed. I can not imagine giving birth in manure with animals around, no running water, really no help at all. Not even her mother! When I look at the pictures of the stable with Mary having a halo I think, "So true and so false at the same time. She is amazing for doing that but probably was a hot mess!!" Did she complain to Joseph for not planning well enough and reserving a room? Did she get bitter that God couldn't even provide a safe, clean place for his son to be born? The savior of the world for crying out loud!! Ok, I digress, that is what I would be thinking. Thank goodness He didn't pick me for the job.

Did she know even then that her son was born to die for the sins of the world? When she looked at that face and felt the love that was going to burst from her body, was she full of hope for what was to come or overwhelmed at the responsibility she knew was entrusted to her. Was her mind full of all the things she would need to teach him and protect him from as well as how to allow him to learn things the hard way?

I remember when they called and said Daniel had tested positive for the Cystic Fibrosis enzyme and we needed further testing to know if he had it or not. I did some research on CF since I was totally unfamiliar with what that was. I learned that a few short decades ago children only lived around 5 years with it but now amazingly life expectancy was all the way into the mid thirties. And my heart sank! That was not long enough. This baby that I couldn't love more and was so, SO precious to me needed to have a "full life."
Yet our savior was put to death at the young age of 33!! Did Mary know that was going to happen???
What would my response be? If I knew that this little man in my arms totally dependent on me for life would need to die so others, people I don't even think deserve it sometimes, could live.
She knew the promise and maybe she knew all of this but I have to believe that she also was just a mommy of a new baby boy and that she would have given her life if she could to save his. Just as I would give my life if I knew my son were destined for a short life. Or my daughter of coarse!

My prayer this holiday season and for this next year is that I will accept what God has chosen for us. I will be a strong mom and wife that will not accept less than my greatest effort to build a family that loves Jesus with all our hearts. I will learn to humble myself in a greater way to allow peace to reign in my house. That my life will be an example to my children and husband that faith in God is worth it!! God is alive and not dead. He can not love us more or less than he already does. That no matter the circumstances we will give glory to God who so greatly deserves it. His sacrifice was greater than anything he will ever ask of us.
Mary knew on that day . . . Jesus knew his whole life . . . and still they were faithful up until the cross and after.
Lord, let my faith be even a fraction as strong as theirs. Help me live in such a way that is worthy of the great blessings you have given me.