I wondered yesterday as I pondered all of this if I could have done what she did. And then I realized that in a way, I must. My children are not mine, they are His. I pray they come to know Him and love Him, that they will follow Him always, no matter the cost. I must learn the complete surrender that Mary had as she rocked her baby, her savior to sleep. She didn't know what God had in store for His son, how exactly He would be our Savior or the sacrifice it would require. But she was all in. And so I want to be a mommy like that. Completely surrendered to God, and able to let go of my children and give them completely to His hands. This is my prayer this Christmas.
And this Christmas, I don't want to get caught up in all of the busyness of the holiday or even with friends and family who I love. What I want to do the most is worship the King who was born a baby, just like my Josiah- with tiny hands, infant eyes. But also born a baby whose hands measured the sky, whose eyes saw the dawn of time, a baby who was my Savior. A baby born to save, to save the souls of man. My heart sings Hallelujah! Hallelujah, heaven's love reaching down to save the world! Son of God, servant King, here with us.
Here is the song with the lyrics. I pray it touches you like it did me: