The beauty. The music. The expectation shining bright in little one's eyes.
We gather to celebrate, we laugh, we hug, we feast. All the while feeling the missing deep. I find myself drawn to the mystery of that manger scene...
Do you think about Mary? Do you think she knew the grief that would be her son's purpose? Did she know the sorrow that would crack her heart wide? I have this hope that she was sheltered from the knowledge, allowed the holy privilege of rocking her newborn son, savoring those precious moments when the baby in her arms was hers alone... before the shadow of the cross covered that blessed manger, pronouncing to all, this... this is the Savior of the world.
Love has a name. JESUS.
The story... HIS story is still being written in our hearts.
From a simple manger to a crucifixion cross...
Christmas is the story of Love.
May this Christmas offer an everlasting Hope
because of a Saviors overcoming Love
no matter what grief shadows your heart.
Love has a name...
The baby in a manger.
Yes, His name is Jesus.
Praying Blessings of Mercy and Grace to all this day.
My Love,
Always,
Jane
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