“When they saw the star, they rejoiced with exceedingly great joy. And when they had come into the house, they saw the young Child with Mary, His mother, and fell down and worshipped Him.” Matthew 2:10-11
This Christmas season, I am eagerly anticipating the birth of two precious baby boys. One of these babies is “the light of the world,” the other will most certainly light up the lives of his loved ones. One was born in a manger thousands of years ago, the other will arrive just down the street in a hospital room. One will be my nephew, the other is my Savior.
Both of these sweet babies are hidden in the depths of my heart. They are constantly on my mind and a part of my daily prayers. I day dream about what it might be like to see my nephew smile, hear him laugh and witness his wonder as he discovers the world around him.
In the same way, I imagine what it will be like to hug Jesus, to touch his face and hear his voice. I picture Him taking me by the hand and leading me through the gates of Heaven. My heart feels at home when I think about such things.
There is great joy to be found in the waiting, the anticipation of what is to come.
My nephew will be strong. He will be good, and true. His smile will imprint joy on the hearts of others, he will be an advocate for peace among people. Somehow, I know all of this to be true, the same way I know the heart of the Father, and His promises.
It never ceases to amaze me that a baby, born in a stable, wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in manger… is drawing the whole world to Himself. Jesus could have come to earth in so many different ways, but He came helpless, yet full of power, weak, yet immeasurably strong, totally dependent, yet absolutely sovereign.
Joyfully awaiting the birth of two baby boys,