We had a birthday tradition every year my children were home. When they woke up, I would sit with them and their "birth book," which is a book w/pictures and the story of their births. (It's not for general viewing!) I would tell them about the excitement we felt as that special day arrived...about the plans, what exactly happened. Even as the kids got older, they put up with this kind of remembrance. Sometimes they asked questions. Sometimes the conversations became biological, philosophical, and theological!
I'm not sure the children remember it as such a special time, but I do. The three months of morning sickness, the weight gain, the physical limitations, the pain of childbirth and recovery --- all paled in comparison with the wonder of these two beautiful, amazing children sitting with me, coming to understand their arrival in this world!
I'm not sure I communicated clearly to them how special they are, but I hope so. They have blessed my life in so many ways.
As we celebrate Jesus' birth this morning, today, and every day, may our living reflect how important He is to our lives! What hope would we have if He had not come?
Welcome, Jesus --- into my heart and life, into my home.
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