The First Christmas, Part 3
Blogger: Rachel Kent
I’ve spent a lot of time already this Christmas season thinking about Mary. For those of you who don’t already know, I had my firstborn three months ago–a baby girl. I had her in the hospital with nurses and a midwife there to attend me. Mary was in a cold stable or barn and I bet Joseph played a major role in the delivery–he might have been the only one there. My husband, a trained EMT, was scared at the thought of delivering our baby if we didn’t make it to the hospital in time. I can’t imagine how I would have felt as Mary, knowing that Joseph was going to be the one delivering our son. I’m sure she was very nervous and even embarrassed about Joseph seeing her like that, but I also know God picked Mary because of her great faith. She was likely trusting God for her labor and delivery just as much as she was for her day-to-day needs.
She must have been one tough cookie to go through her first labor while on a trip away from her home and family with just her new, virgin husband there to attend her. I thought I was going to die and I had a team of experienced people there waiting on me hand and foot. I changed 1 diaper the whole time I was in the hospital!
I have a feeling there’s one thing we both had in common though–we both felt the intense love of being a mother for the first time. Mary felt it while holding her newborn son in a stable and I felt it while snuggling my little girl in our hospital room. I’ll never forget the moment I became a mom. My love for my daughter is probably equal to Mary’s love for her children–I love my baby with every fiber of my being. I’ll just keep praying that my faith and trust in God might grow to be like Mary’s someday too.
May God bless you this Christmas! His love for you is even more amazing than a mother’s love for her child.