Away in a manger, no crib for a bed,
The little Lord Jesus laid down His sweet head.
The stars in the sky looked down where He lay,
The little Lord Jesus, asleep on the hay.
he cattle are lowing, the Baby awakes,
But little Lord Jesus, no crying He makes;
I love Thee, Lord Jesus, look down from the sky
And stay by my cradle till morning is nigh.
Be near me, Lord Jesus, I ask Thee to stay
Close by me forever, and love me, I pray;
Bless all the dear children in Thy tender care,
And fit us for Heaven to live with Thee there.
I love Christmas. (If you know me or have read this blog for awhile, you know this to be true.) The lights. The glitter. The movies. The music...oh the music! But every year certain aspects of it stick out to me more than others do in the years past. For example, this year, I love the hunter green and gold color combination for decorations. I think snowmen are really cute. Songs that make me smile this year are "A Holly Jolly Christmas" and "Silver and Gold" by Burl Ives.
But most of all this year, I'm struck by the Christmas story from a mother's perspective. It truly is magical that Jesus sent his son in the form of a baby. I'm also captivated by the mention of angels. I read somewhere that when children go to heaven they become angels. I'm not sure if this is Biblicall, and I'll need to research it some more. Either way, this year I have thought a LOT about what Gabriel did or where he came from. The Bible doesn't tell us much about him. We know that he was a messenger for God, but WHAT A MESSAGE. "Do not be afraid for unto you a Savior is born!" How did he get to be an angel? How was he picked to tell the world that we didn't have to be afraid anymore?? But even more significant that that, how did he get picked to tell us that we have been saved??!?
I must be frank and say that if this theory is true, I've wondered what kind of work, my Lily has been commissioned to do.
This Christmas is hard. We had so many plans for this year and they didn't come to fruition the way we thought they should. We are still making peace with that. Lately, I find myself thinking about her funeral and being in the hospital. I'm afraid I'm going to forget how it all happened. I lay awake at night and think about all the people that were there and what they said about us, about our sweet girl. Like Mary, I cherish all these things in my heart. Our stories are very different to say the least. But we were both present at the death of our children. I take comfort in the fact that loss of a child no matter how old is part of the story line of the most important story ever told. I find even greater comfort that Mary's little boy rose again so that I might see my little girl again shortly after I see Him.
On this Christmas, I hope you know Jesus was born in Bethlehem to save us all.
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