Dear God,
How did you do it? How did you watch as Mary, Jesus's earthly mother, traveled to Bethlehem, possibly on the back of a donkey? Did it break your heart to see him born among animals and lain in a manger? Did you yearn to explain to Mary and Joseph that your Son just wanted to spend time with you when he stayed behind in the temple and they couldn't understand why? What was it like to watch the devil himself tempt your Son? How hard was it to watch people deny Him and inherently deny You? Did you want to intervene as the pharisees tried repeatedly to trick Him? As Judas betrayed your Son, how did you handle the sorrow? Did you want to awaken those who fell asleep as your Son prayed? As your Son was beaten and brutally killed to save those who would betray and deny Him, how, HOW did you make that sacrifice?
For years I have sat in church and heard the story of the life of Your Son. I have always viewed it through the eyes of Jesus. Through his suffering and heartache and disappointment. The tables have turned my Father. As I listen to my precious baby boy snore, I can't help but be in awe of our you. You not only gave us Your Son, but watched as he suffered and died. You knew through all of the years that You watched Your Son grow that He would be sacrificed for others. You knew that we as humans would never be able to truly understand the greatness and magnitude of Your gift. And yet, You gave Your Son anyway. When Fisher has a cough, I rush to his side to hold him and give him water. When he is teething, I Google every home remedy for teething pain. When he is hungry, I feed him as fast as humanly possible. When he is sad, I hold him and stroke his head. When he cries, I wipe his tears. When he is happy, I am happy. When he hurts, I hurt. I want to intervene in any way possible and make it stop. And yet, God, you did not. You did not because Your Son had a purpose and every aspect of His life served that purpose. As a mother I am blessed in so many ways, and one of those ways is my new found respect and love for You. You gave me a little miracle and You gave me Your Son too. How great are You God!
Sincerely,
Your Awestruck Daughter
