Each weekday on our FaceBook page you’ll find a prayer, reflection, or Bible verse centered around a weekly word. Each Friday we will share the recap of our FB posts here on our blog. Our hope is that we band together to devote our pregnancies, birth experiences and parenting to God our creator.
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While they were there the time came for the baby to be born and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son. Luke 2:6-7a
My daughter is thirteen years old. In some moments a child, at others a young adult. She’s not much younger than Mary when she found herself traveling with Joseph on the way to fulfill their duty to be counted in the census. I look at my beautiful daughter – quite mature and responsible for her age – and think could she possibly handle all that Mary did? Young, pregnant, required to be far from home with a man she’s just beginning to know, and now she finds herself experiencing labor contractions. The time has come. Her baby will arrive. This journey has taken her far away from her mom, as well as her midwife. The overburdened town has no room for her. Shelter can only be given in what most bible scholars believe was a crude cave, inhibited by livestock.
We read the bible and we tend to spiritualize it all. But, this journey was so very human. Mary experienced what all women experience in labor – she felt the rush of each contraction, the intensity of her body surrendering to transition, she had to gather the strength and energy to push her baby out into the world. Joseph, a virgin himself, with the skills of a carpenter, not the skills of a midwife, was the only one there to assist Mary in her pain, guide her in her pushing and catch their son. The sounds and smells of childbirth filling a cold, dark and dirty stable.
God had Mary and Joseph on a journey like no other. He asked them to do hard things, but His presence was ever present. God is with you on your journey, too. Whatever the situation or wherever He asks you to go, God is journeying with you.
Having been born in December myself, I often feel like being born in the shadow of the Big Guy’s birthday has its disadvantages. But, when I gave birth to my son in December twelve years ago, it was an eye opening gift. One of my dearest memories is holding my swaddled three week old and singing Silent Night at church on Christmas Eve. He was so very small and fragile. He was wholly dependent on me. Yes, he cried and fussed and wrecked my schedule and depleted me. Yet, he had completely captured my heart. I was still worn, sore and exhausted but the journey to motherhood was all worth it for the chance to love this beautiful baby.
God says you and I, we are worth it too. He reached down from heaven and placed His son in the arms of a young mother. He shared Jesus with us – all the while knowing full well of the pain and loss that we would cause. He put this plan in place so that we have the opportunity to journey home to Him.
“He came, not as a flash of light or as an unapproachable conqueror, but as one whose first cries were heard by a peasant girl and a sleepy carpenter. God tapped humanity on its collective shoulder, ‘Pardon me,’ he said, and eternity interrupted time, divinity interrupted carnality, and heaven interrupted the earth in the form of a baby. Christianity was born in one big heavenly interruption.” –Max Lucado
We are sure that you are busy with preparations and festivities to welcome our King. Won’t you take just a few precious moments to savor what Jesus’ birth did for us all? Sit down, light a candle, breathe, pray. Don’t miss it, momma.
So the Word became human and made his home among us. He was full of unfailing love and faithfulness. And we have seen his glory, the glory of the Father’s one and only Son. John 1:14