I dropped off some Compact Flash cards at the photo place and in an attempt at getting in the spirit I was playing Christmas music in my car. Inevitably a song will hit me and I'll start crying. The thought of what God did for us in sending his Son. Christmas always gets me thinking about Easter, that's the whole reason he came. To die.
Christmas is supposed to be happy, and it is. The overwhelming feeling of thanks floors me. I'm not sad he did what he did, I'm so gratefull that I can't help but cry. That he came, just to die for me. That God sent his Son to die! Can you imagine sending your son away knowing full well that he would be killed? He loved me enough to make this incredible sacrifice. Me! I feel so unworthy of such love.
And the strength of Joseph. He faced what would have been unimaginable pressure and stayed with Mary, and raised this boy that would never be his. I am amazed at his strength. Looking at that baby, knowing it wasn't his, knowing what society would think of them, but loving and caring for him anyway.
God's wisdom to choose these parents that would do what was needed even though it was hard. That he knows what we can handle, that he knows what I can handle. He knows what I need, and he provides it. How can he love me that much?