Dec. 22nd

Wow, three days until Christmas.  I am feeling pretty relaxed right now.  Had an awesome day hanging out with a great friend and even though I look around my house at the absolute mess, I just don't care.  That's a good thing.  What will get done will get done and whatever doesn't get done, it's okay.
But today I am thinking about 3 days.  Remember when you were 9 months pregnant (I am assuming most people reading this are moms)?  Remember that feeling?  You just wanted that baby out.  You are ready to meet him/her, hold them in your arms and be able to put shoes on in a dignified manner.  But it was also stressful in a way, wondering when you were going to go into labor.  How it would all pan out. Would you make it to the hospital?  Would it be fast or slow?  Was your water going to break while in the grocery store and go everywhere?  Stuff like that.
Now imagine, you are Mary.   She was young.  Her and Joseph had to travel many miles to get to Bethlehem for the census.  She rode a donkey and was very pregnant.  They had no place to stay, no doctor, no bed.  Can you imagine?  This child was created by God.  Do you think she wondered if her child would be normal?  Healthy?  I imagine I would be full of a million questions.  Yet all she could do was wait.  Wait for Jesus to come.  Do you think she knew?  Do you think she realized what His coming would mean? 
I imagine she didn't know fully the significance of this birth.  Yet, it didn't really matter did it?  To her, she was bearing her son.  She could feel him move in her.  Anticipated his birth.  Hoped everything would turn out okay.  Loved him fiercely as any mother loves her child.  As we love our children.  I don't really think I give Mary enough credit.  She has been over idealized.  But I think I neglect her a little too much.  She must have been an amazing woman for God to have chosen her for this task.  Knowing the heartache she would go through eventually.  He entrusted His son to her.  I can't wait to meet her in heaven.