It’s a tiny bit surreal to be pregnant with a little boy at Christmas time.
I can imagine a little better now how terrified Mary was at the thought of bringing a new life into the world. Terrified. The unknown, the unexpected, the unexplained. Bringing new life into this world is a scary business. And not really the bringing part. The raising, loving, keeping part. Terrifying.
When I feel overwhelmed at the thought or unqualified or unworthy or any other “over” or “un”…man, I think about Mary. And how much she must have felt those same things…and magnified. Because she wasn’t bringing another sinful human being into the world. She was bringing the sinless Son of God into the world.
And now I can imagine a little better how excited Mary was at the thought of bringing new life into the world. Excited. Holding her breath, waiting with quickly beating heart, aching for that moment when she would hold her firstborn son in her arms. Bringing new life into the world is an awe-inspiring business. Not just the bringing part…the raising, loving, keeping part. Exciting.
And just as Mary needed God’s help to raise her son (How does that even work? God’s help to raise Himself??? Crazy thought…), I am crying out for wisdom and strength and God’s grace to partner with Matt as we raise our son. Whether overwhelmed or not. Qualified or not. Worthy or not.
It’s God who gives life. And really, it’s His doing to raise, love and keep it. Through us. Just as He did so long ago. God working in and through and in-spite of us to shine the light of His glory into a darkened world.
So my thoughts turn to the Christmas Story a little stronger this year then ever before. And what a terrifying and exciting story it is!
And she brought forth her firstborn Son, and wrapped Him in swaddling cloths, and laid Him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn. Luke 2:7, NKJV