So, I think I'm getting a little insight into why the nativity/baby thing I talked about in my last blog weighs heavily upon me.
It happened this morning as I was thinking of all the things I needed to do today: a deadline to meet, cards to write out, issues that need to be dealt with, etc, etc, etc.
It was one of those, Lord, if you don't give me the strength, ain't none of this gonna to happen today moments.
And that's when the angels sang and the clouds departed and I got a glimpse into this struggle I've been having. The truth is...
I don't need a baby to get me through every day.
I need a strong man who's in control of everything.
Don't get me wrong, babies are fine. For a while. But I don't know anyone who wants their baby to stay a baby. They are needy and helpless and in spite of their being adorable beyond words, they just can't do much for themselves. Much less help you out!
And Lord knows I've needed a lot of help this year!
And this leads me to the main point of this blog...one that it has taken me a lifetime to embrace...