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  • Writer's pictureJoni

Day Seven: Humbled

“Away in a manger No crib for His bed The little Lord Jesus Lay down His sweet head”

The Little Lord Jesus, our Living Hope, began His life…humbly…as a Baby.

Majesty in the midst of the mundane.

Holiness in the filth of sheep manure and sweat.

Divinity entering the world on the floor of a stable, through the womb of a teenager and in the presence of a carpenter. (Lucado)

Putting your confidence in a baby.

Trusting a baby.

A little helpless baby.

How little it makes me feel putting my hope in a baby, as it shows my helpless state...

How humbling is that?


Have you picked Him up with one hand?

Or you can’t because your hands are behind your back?

Have you picked Him up, yet not with your heart?

Or are you afraid to?

Oh I all those ways.

I couldn’t pick Him up,

because I was carrying my baggage hidden behind my back...

And I didn't trust Him.

I was afraid to pick Him up

because of my shame and guilt....

I picked him up with my head, but not my heart…

So He didn't make a difference

I picked Him up with one hand...

because bulimia was in my other hand.....

Because I was helpless.

BUT ....

As I dropped what was in my hands, at His feet...

My hands were free to truly pick Him up...

To look onto His eyes...

So He could become my Hope.

A BABY...Fixing your eyes on a perfect, precious, innocent child...

A baby breathes newness into all things...a HOPE...a new beginning

So come humbly to the manager…

because the only way up is from a kneeling position.

How have you picked up The Baby?

What are your thoughts & prayers?

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