He was born in a cabin, right?
Or was it like on a farm?
I explain about the "hotel" not having any room for them. And it boggles my mind. The Prince of Peace...? They couldn't even make room for a baby about to be born... that was the KING?
Even reality show tv stars would be treated better. Or surely someone else would give up their room for a laboring woman, for Him?
Instead He gave up His own for those who shut their doors. For us. For me.
[a visit with Santa- who's just a guy-
they know what Christmas is really about.]
I've had a home birth, and thinking about it I imagine it would be quite the birth experience to have animals all around as I labor.
They were probably being super nosy, wondering what is up.
But, I reckon it was beautiful. With the shining stars in the sky, shelter still provided- while not lavish or medically equipped- nature happened. A miracle happened. Many, many, many, many years ago.
I nurse my baby on Christmas Eve, thinking of a newborn Jesus. And the sacrifice God made for people that would hate him, and a people that would try to love him, but would always be hurting Him and failing Him. And would I ever be able to fathom it? My baby?
I hold Ivy tighter and am thankful I don't have to make that choice. And as a Mother, I understand it completely.