“Away in a manger No crib for His bed The little Lord Jesus Lay down His sweet head”
The Little Lord
"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
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 have....in 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 .
As I dropped what was in my hands, at His feet
My hands were free to truly pick Him up.
To look onto
So He could become my
Fixing your eyes on a perfect, precious, innocent child.
breathes newness into all things~
A new beginning.
So come humbly to the manager,
because the only way up is from a kneeling position.
How have you picked up