My sweet sister,
Let's talk about Mary. Let's talk about how God gives and takes away and shows that so clearly through our girl, Mary. He gave the Savior of the world to carry in her womb and took Him away after 33 years... how painful. How beautiful. How redemptive.
It was a quiet night when Jesus was born. The city I am sure was in a hustle and bustle, but it was a quiet night in the stable and was a quiet night out as the shepherds watched their sheep at night. It was not a quiet night in Heaven, though. Heaven I am sure roared the victory over sin and death that sacred night Jesus was born. By sending His son, God had already conquered sin and death. This was just the first step of His extravagant plan unfolding.
Behold the King who takes away the sins of many! Who lived in the light of His Father with glass windows. He was watched. Every single minute.
Of course, there was no room for the Savior in the inn, but there was room in the stable behind... and for them, that was perfect. The Savior of the world humbled Himself so much as to be born in a stable. Nothing special. Nothing sacred. Nothing extravagant for the Almighty.
I think of His mama and how afraid she must have been. To be carrying the Almighty and essentially, carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders.
"God is within her, she will not fall"
Take this to heart, sister. You are walking on holy ground. Let's take off our shoes, sit before the cross, and talk about our Savior. The Savior whose presence divided history. The Savior who took away the pain of others, but kept His own to prove His faithfulness.
I think of my Savior, walking the same streets with tattered shoes and quiet strength. I think of Him cuddling with his mama as a little one; fully God and fully man. Oh what was yet to come for this sweet little child.
To be torn to shreds by the ones who claimed to love Him the most and to be denied by those who pounded nails into His hands and feet. To carry the weight of the world on His shoulders, yet love us unconditionally no matter how many times we hurt His heart. What a beautiful story when sin and grace collide. It shouldn't have been that way. We deserved so much less, in fact... we don't deserve anything. Yet He turned His Kingdom upside down so that He could understand us and love us better. There is an upside down Kingdom, friends, and it belongs to the least of these. Darkness thought it had a hold on us, but did it know that God stood in victory the moment He created the world?
My oh my, come see what God has done.
Glory to the light of the world. Glory to the one who gave His life for us and carries our sorrow and joy with a thankful heart. Glory to the one who humbled Himself to be one of us: walking on filthy streets, taking a name that would be hated by many, and born in a place full of animals and straw.
Glory to the one who leads us through desert wastelands, yet promises to send rain. To the one who deeply aches for us, but sees us with fresh and grace-filled eyes. To the one who gives and takes away. To the one who fills our eyes with tears all while saying, "I have something much better planned for you."
"And I will be to her a wall of fire all around declares the Lord. And I will be the glory in her midst."
He turns our mourning into dancing!
Oh, how beautiful is this King of ours.