I love nativity scenes.
Mine sits on my entry table as a welcome into my home and as a statement that I hope trumps all my other decor.
I love looking at Mary- looking at her baby. I love the protective stance Joseph holds over his son.
I love the warm colors and the simplicity.
But the more I stared and contemplated this pretty scene this season, I realized something is missing.
Can you imagine being a young girl of 15 or 16, escaped from the comforts of home with a full belly and a child you didn’t expect? On a donkey.
Can you imagine giving birth in a foul, smelly barn and being thankful you found a food trough to place your newborn son in? The good man she married, but didn’t know yet, delivered her son to an audience of cows and sheep.
The hay is blood-stained. The air is musty. The dirty animals are noisy.
There are no knitted booties or helpful nurses. There isn’t a bath or even a bed.
And there certainly aren’t clean, pastel flowing garments….
But there is peace.
There is hope.
There is worship.
There is a Savior.
And that is enough.
Happy Birthday, Jesus!
Enjoy this beautiful time reveling in Him.
I will be hiding my bathroom scale in a dark corner of the house, feasting at The Farm and watching my kids discover the glory of Jesus and the thrill of Santa.
I’ll peek my head in here and resume around New Year’s, unless something really funny happens. Which is entirely possible. Thank you for being a part of my world. It wouldn’t be the same without you. Merry Christmas!
Food for the Soul:
“But after he had considered this, an angel of the Lord appeared to him in a dream and said, “Joseph son of David, do not be afraid to take Mary home as your wife, because what is conceived in her is from the Holy Spirit. She will give birth to a son, and you are to give him the name Jesus, because he will save his people from their sins.”- Matthew 1:20-21