Recently, I stumbled across this blog post I wrote last year when I was pregnant with Carter:
As I am sitting here catching up on some writing and thinking about Christmas, I notice some movement just below my keyboard.
I look down to see my magenta shirt making rolling waves in all directions. Carter, the son I will get to meet in just a few short weeks, is sweetly moving around in my belly.
This certainly isn’t the first time. I’ve been feeling him kick for about three months now. Since then, though, his gentle movements have evolved into karate kicks and boxer-like punches. Sometimes he rotates and rolls and my whole stomach looks like it’s not even a part of my body. I’ve been feeling this and watching it for months and it never gets old.
Now that Carter is here, I can’t help but look at the Christmas story just a little differently this year.
I’ve always known that God sent his son to this earth in the form of a baby. But never has this held such significance as it does now that I sit here with my own baby.
The God of the universe who has infinite power and needs nothing showed Himself to us by coming in the form of a helpless infant with no power and needing everything.
Who are we that God would humble Himself to the lowliest and most helpless position on Earth?
That’s not just an act of incredible love and humility, but even more than that, it demonstrates who God is. In the most intimate, personal and vulnerable way, God demonstrated that He truly is Immanuel, God with us.
This Christmas, I hope we find wonder in many things. From the light in our children’s eyes to the joy in a stranger’s kind gesture to the warmth that fills our homes and relationships.
But above all, I hope we find wonder in the Christmas story. Because the infinitely powerful God we serve was and is and always will be a God that is with us.
“The virgin will conceive and give birth to a son, and they will call him Immanuel, which means ‘God with us.’” –Matthew 1:23