He’s coming.


A baby reaches for His mother.  She picks Him up and He lunges down towards her chest.  He’s hungry, hungry to grow and learn and to start interacting with everyone and everything because the world is so big and so full, yet so empty at the same time, because it’s waiting for Him.

His Mother watches Him nurse, both thankful for the chance to sit down, but also thinking of everything that needs to get done.  She pauses and thinks about the contradiction of both wanting Him to stay little and safe, but also wanting Him to grow, to be independent, to go out there and change the world.  He is just a baby, soft, squishy, fragile and yet so tough and able to put up with aunts and uncles and cousins poking and prodding Him.

He stops feeding for a second and looks up at her all solemn and then He bursts into a huge smile. Nothing else matters.  She has made Him infinitely happy by just being there, serving Him in the smallest of ways.  

Merry Christmas everyone!  Take time to snuggle a baby and think about how Jesus has called us all to be as little children, to have the largest faith in the world in our Father.