It came as a surprise when she found
she was with child, carrying with in her
was the boy child who would save us all.
Wonder what she thought back then when
she found out that she was going to give
birth to the boy child who would be the
Savior of the world and then be taken
away on a wooden cross on a hill side?
Never once did she complain but embraced
the life growing inside her all the time knowing
that the day would come when she would be
taught all about her son who came to us on Christmas.
Was he a good baby I wonder some times?
Did he ever have his days and nights mixed up?
Was he ever fussy and cranky as normal kids?
When he was older did he play marbles, or at
least games with the other kids his age, did he
know he was different the night he came to us?
When he grew to teen age hood I am sure he had
a sense of understanding of what his purpose was,
and why he had been given to this woman and man.
Was he ever discouraged, having second thoughts on
things, laying awake worrying where would the next
days food come from? Of course I am sure there
were many days he lost faith, felt let down by his
Father above asking the questions Why?
Thank you Mary and Joseph for sharing your beloved
baby boy with us because with out him we would be
nothing. Thank you God for loving us enough to give
us your only son. I am sure it was painful to watch him
DIE on that cross but I am so glad he did.