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  • Writer's pictureJoni

Day 18: Humbled

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

The Little Lord



Living Hope,


His life


as a


"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 up

The Baby?

Have you picked Him up with one hand~

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

Have you picked Him up, with your head

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 never made a difference in my life.

I picked Him up with one hand,

because I loved what was in my other hand .

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


This Baby~

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

This 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

This Baby?

What are your thoughts & prayers?

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