This will be the second Christmas I will spend 8 and 1/2 months pregnant. (You would think I would have learned by now.)
Needless to say, my thoughts turn to one particular person who is vital to the Christmas Story.
I can't even picture getting my leg over a donkey's back in my current swollen and sore state, much less riding one for days on end.
I am worried about the small-town hospital here being "good enough" for my encroaching labor and delivery. A stable??? A stable. Complete with hay, animals, cold, and poop.
I get anxious thinking about the pain of labor. I will have nurses and doctors attending my birth with medications and interventions on hand, "just in case". I wonder if Mary even felt the irritating scratch of the hay beneath her as she labored and delivered alone.
My husband will calmly and lovingly stand by as the professionals take care of everything. All he has to do is cut the cord. Do you think Joseph delivered the baby all by himself that night?
Thinking about capably raising four children causes me to lose sleep. I'm not even anticipating being the one to raise the Son of God.
How did she do it? What were her thoughts? Was she afraid of the task that lay before her or was she chosen because of how gracefully she would accept her heavenly responsibility?
Merry Christmas to you all. In the midst of all the packages, goodies, fun, and chaos may we all remember the true reason for the season.