I've tried writing this post before but I fell short. I was going to talk about the stress of the season about how I think everyone has lost focused and how mom and Chris are fighting when I stop....
This isn't about I this or I that, I don't matter...It's about I AM.
As we are in the midst of the season we recognize as Christ's birth, some of us wonder what Mary must have felt like, what did she have to endure to bring Him in to the world? Had she and Joseph started their Journey for the census that brought them back to Bethlehem yet? The way she suffered as a mother, she had to have been a strong woman because the majority of women couldn't survive watching their child get tortured.
Did Jesus realize just what a precious gift to the world he was, the moment he could vocalize or was He groomed to be the savior of the world?
Some of us think about what He endured for us, He gave us life.... His life to be exact. we might see what He must have endured for us(Thank you 'The Passion of The Christ') all of our ugly sin tattooed in to His skin with the lashes so that we can live. We don't deserve that kind of Grace. Yet He gave us life. This is the season that starts with a sweet child, born modestly but is greater than everything that was, is or will be.
A child born that the magi read in the stars about.
A child that they would deceive their king for.
A small child, that grew up to be a man, who saved the world.
He became hands down the most known man on Earth, whether you believe in Him or not.
A man so controversial that people have died a martyrs death to spread the word.
A man whom we owe our lives to and who we celebrate every December 25th. A man who entered my dreams and gave me His name before I had even heard it. YHWH.
A man so beautiful He takes my breath away.
Jesus...
I will be praying on December 25th, praying praises for Jesus. I owe my life, love and soul to Him .
Thank You for the Gift so precious that all the tears ever shed would be a drop in the bucket for the price He paid for us.
