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Love - The Perfect Gift - Guaranteed to Fit All
It began like any other night. Women were found rushing about fixing supper.
Men busy finishing with their day's labors. Children were hungry and cranky.
The town had swelled in population, almost twice its size. It was census time.
And although the economy benefited, it was causing the nerves of many to fray.
The sunset was beautiful, but not as glorious as one would have thought.
It held no clue of would take place that very night, the secret was well hidden.
Eyes could only see a gentle blanket of grays and black covering the sun.
Nobody knew what stood behind this curtain of the night, waiting to be unveiled.
Strangers entered the little town; husband and wife. She so heavy with child.
It had been a long and uncomfortable day of traveling. She was exhausted.
Her eyes sore from the dust on the road, her feet swollen and tongue parched.
She longed for a cup of cool water, and a quiet place to rest through the night.
Door to door they searched for a room. "But, you can see my wife is in need!"
His pleas, unsuccessful. There was no room, not even for a pregnant woman.
He was worried, he could see she was so tired, though she said nothing.
He knew her time was near, he had to find a way of locating a room for her.
Kindly eyes looked upon the couple. He saw their despair. "Perhaps I can help."
"Its not much," he said, "but the straw is clean and it will keep you warm."
They blessed his kindness. The shelter was humble but peaceful, she could rest.
He made a bed and ever so carefully lowered her down. "Rest my dear, rest."
He looked towards the night's sky. His heart seeking guidance from God.
He knew the birth was near. "How could the timing be worse," he questioned?
Back home, he had well provided for her, but here, there was nothing.
He had wanted the best for her, but all he could offer was a stable and his love.
Soft moans break the silence. He swabbing her forehead, their hands clutched.
Her head in his lap, he gently cradles her. Heaven supplying words of hope.
A brilliant star in the sky takes its rightful place, bathing them in soft light.
Stabled animals circle about, giving warmth; they chosen to be nature's witness.
She lay there panting as waves of pain cover her. He whispers, "I love you."
A divine & glorious moment about to arrive. A Promise ready to be fulfilled.
"Now!" cried out God. "Now!" cried out all of heaven. "Now!" she cried out.
And with all the strength she could amass, she brought forth God's greatest Gift.
With lightening speed the inconceivable took place!
The Word Of God had clothed Himself in humanity.
He gave up a celestial throne, exchanging it for a wooden manger.
He left behind absolute power, trading it for faith & obedience.
He left behind all of His glory and exchanged it for humility.
He had willingly left all behind to consummate God's love.
With his first breath, Yeshua (Jesus) brought heaven to earth,
and made the Father's love visible for all to see.
Love, grace and forgiveness was made touchable.
All of God's love rested in this tiny newborn infant, Yeshua.
Love gave up its wings and took on skin, fingers and toes.
Love gave up sovereignty to dwell among us.
Love became the ransom for mankind's freedom, his salvation.
Love fit the needs of every man, woman and child, perfectly.
Love rejoiced that night, in angel songs and good will towards man.
Love had fulfilled His promise to all mankind.
It was a miraculous night, a holy night.
A young woman tenderly holds a newborn son next to her heart.
A stepfather, looks upon his family with tears welding in his eyes,
vowing to ever love and protect them both.
Delicate infant fingers reach out towards mankind.
And written upon His precious heart was the following message:
"Please accept my beloved Son as a symbol of my everlasting love."
Signed, Your Heavenly Father.
~ Suzanne M. Nichols ~
Song: Mary Did You Know
Sung by Kenny Rogers and Wynona Judd
CD Entitled "The Gift"
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