The Baby Knows Your Name

She gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn. Luke 2:7

One of the things women tell me over and over again is, “I’m not going to pray about that. That’s too small for God.” It translates to, “I’m too small for God.” If that’s you, I have some good news to tell you, now, at Christmastime.

Mary peeked over the side of the manger. She looked into the baby’s eyes. It was a moment when He wasn’t asleep. She saw eternity in His knowing little face. He recognized her. But all baby’s recognize their mothers, right? This seemed different. Or was she imagining things? This baby looked into her heart, where He was nestled for nine months. He looked into her soul. He had heard her whispered prayers during all of those long nights when Mary couldn’t get comfortable and sleep. This baby was the Son of God. So on some level, He did know everything, even if He couldn’t speak yet. She pondered all of these thoughts that seemed bigger than the sky of stars that Abraham once tried to count.

Two thousand plus years later, we look at the same sky and try to count the stars. We remember the big promises that God made for the nation of Israel and for the redemption of the world. But we forget that we are a part of the promise. This little savior in the swaddling clothes came as a baby for you.

We all get a chance to look into the face of the baby redeemer. Are we willing to recognize and accept that He knows us? He made us worthy of love, not because we deserve it, but because He chose to love. Jesus made Himself small, so we know that He sees those who are overlooked and forgotten.

Prayer
Heavenly Father, Help me to slow down so I can worship You at the manger. Forgive me for the many times that I’ve slandered Your nature in my heart, not believing that You care. Thank You for Christmas to remind us that Jesus became small so that we could see Him. In Jesus Name, Amen

Journal
Have you been able to slow down and worship the baby in the manger?
Write out your own Magnificat, like Mary.