She had none of these. A stinky, loud, cold stable. A bed of straw. Her legs spread out before the world. That was the God-chosen perfect moment for birthing the God-child. It’s pretty miraculous to think about. Jesus, the Son of God, the Prince of Peace, the Almighty, the Light of the world, was born in a messy stable. A beautiful, messy stable. And that stable, that manger where He laid His holy head, has become a symbol of Christmas, a picture of peace.
It’s ironic. Ann Voskamp says, “Simplicity is a matter of focus, not circumstances.” This Christmas as you are facing your mile-long to-do list, your family drama, I urge you to press in face-to-face with the Savior. I invite you to unwrap the simple, yet most profound gift of the season. The baby. Hold him close. Rock him in your mama heart.
Even as the holiday mess swirls around you, seek Him.