Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Every year at Christmas when we were growing up, my sister and I set up our family nativity scene together. We argued out which figurine needed to stand where, spent hours figuring and refiguring the perfect set-up, complete some years with leftover pine needles, stuffing-snow, and Christmas lights.
I own it now, because I'm the oldest of our eight. Because Mom got a new nativity scene. Because I have a home and a family of my own now.
There's not so much drama over where to put things. I finally repaired the broken-winged angel with superglue, fixing my old clay-and-Elmer's patch job. I don't worry about things like pine needles or stuffing-snow. I simply put things where it makes sense for them to stand - no analysis needed.
When I set it up this year, Mary caught my attention. Mary, whose heart-pondering celebration of her Baby's birth left her kneeling before her Son, cradling God.
This year as I wait for my own baby boy to come during the Christmas season, I find myself kneeling quiet with her, pondering all the joy and sorrow and love and pain that must be with this new-life-coming. It is a soft-spoken celebration, a tender God-reminder of Immanuel, God with us, God with me...
As I weigh my own desire to clasp my new baby to my heart, I find Him stirring the same tenderness in my heart for Him, and I begin to understand how precious He is, how love for Him begins for me not at a Cross, but at a manger, where a mother once touched and smelled and kissed and caressed God-become-flesh for me.
I find this waiting time His gift to me, a reason to celebrate.
This post also linked at Holy Experience for Walk With Him Wednesday.
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