There is something special and precious that i love about baby Jesus. Part of it is his humanity. If I have the perfection of Heaven, and was asked to go be a helpless baby to encounter this BROKEN, PAINFUL world. and have to FEEL it, have to get hurt, get messy, not just rush in and save the day. If i was asked to do that, in order to save my Father's creation, his masterpieces, because we couldn't even keep it together for one generation. That is alot of love.
His humanity was real. Jesus got attached to people, connected with people. It always strikes me that although Jesus knew Lazarus was going to live, he still mourned, cried, wept.
Jesus was moved with compassion and anger.
But what was he like as a precious baby, a toddler.
The deep deep soul joy that my nieces and nephews give me is just so precious to me. To imagine getting to experience the Savior in that season of his life, must have been really special.
Did Mary know that her baby was going to die? That she would watch him on the cross? I wonder what that would have been like. The honor, the love, mixed with such sorrow.
Back to Heaven, Jesus chose to come and save me. To save you. That why I love Christmas. I love remembering his humanity, that he was a baby once. And it took so much love and sacrifice just for the Father and Son to part, for the Son to leave Heaven and come to earth.
The choice to die, I am sure was a REALLLY hard one, but to leave heaven and live on earth, perfectly. That's a pretty big deal too.
That is ALOT of love.
His humanity was real. Jesus got attached to people, connected with people. It always strikes me that although Jesus knew Lazarus was going to live, he still mourned, cried, wept.
Jesus was moved with compassion and anger.
But what was he like as a precious baby, a toddler.
The deep deep soul joy that my nieces and nephews give me is just so precious to me. To imagine getting to experience the Savior in that season of his life, must have been really special.
Did Mary know that her baby was going to die? That she would watch him on the cross? I wonder what that would have been like. The honor, the love, mixed with such sorrow.
Back to Heaven, Jesus chose to come and save me. To save you. That why I love Christmas. I love remembering his humanity, that he was a baby once. And it took so much love and sacrifice just for the Father and Son to part, for the Son to leave Heaven and come to earth.
The choice to die, I am sure was a REALLLY hard one, but to leave heaven and live on earth, perfectly. That's a pretty big deal too.
That is ALOT of love.
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