Became a lil' man child.
Not a new thought - but the Creator knit himself together in human form? Cell by cell. He was nourished by woman through his belly button - just as we all were...
He was the size of a small fig, then a lemon, an avocado, bell pepper, cabbage....
How many weeks was it? Did he stay warm in Mary's womb for all forty weeks? Was he born a robust eight pounds... or was he a fragile five or six? What did Mary think when he kicked and shifted his growing body within her as he grew? Did she marvel, did she grow weary?
As I rest my heavy self by a warm fire, surrounded by the American Christmas decor - stockings by the fire, presents, ornaments and candy canes, familiar Christmas songs playing on my laptop - I can feel and see the child within me twitch and squirm....
Mary was with child -- and as a teenager. This babe was of her, of God. She sacrificed her body's youth for our Jehovah. Undoubtedly, she gained weight, yawned a bit more, ached with tired legs and back, shuffled her feet to the potty spot multiple times a night, watched her body stretch and her bellybutton morph...She had to trust with so many unknowns...
And from the beginning her response was "I am a servant of the Lord."
I am with child. This son is of me and my husband, bearing the image of God, formed and fashioned by his precise and artistic will. In the same way - pregnancy has demanded the giving up of "my" body for the life that this body is wholeheartedly investing in -
I am obliged to trust... there is no predication as to who this babe within me will prove to be.
This son is yours, Lord... what say do I have in the timing of this, in his appearance, in his person?
Jesus knows what it is like to grow little by little. To wiggle fingers and toes for the first time. To hiccup. To depend on his mother. To hear and see primitively as the senses first develop - and yet to know all - at the same time. To be growing in human form - and be simultaneously, actively involved in the delicate formation of every growing child in every other busy womb - including all the lil' babes that would be murdered in just a short time. He knew and still he knit with love. He knew his own horrific mortal end and the glory that would win and still he knit himself in patient care.
Holy. Awesome. Beautiful. Sacred.
Oh Come. Oh come let us adore Him.
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