Something to Treasure

I'm reading through a Bible study on Jesus right now, and the timing of this lesson is really so perfect for me. I've read the story of Jesus' birth countless times before, but now, having experienced a birth of my own, and spending every day with an infant, the story has a whole new meaning for me. It is even more amazing to me that God chose to send his son to earth as a baby...in the most humbling of circumstances. On days when I am just sitting at home, holding her on my lap, watching the leaves fall from the trees, I am reminded that even my savior had quiet (and seemingly insignificant) moments like these.

I have to share a paragraph from the study, where Beth Moore describes what might have transpired after Jesus' birth. It brought me to tears this morning (I know...I'm really a sap).

"She, a common child of the most humble means who had never read the Scriptures for herself, was embracing the incarnate Word. The fullness of the Godhead rested in her inexperienced arms, sleeping to the rhythm of her heart. This time she hummed a song she did not know, a song being sung by the choir of angels hovering over her head but hidden from her carnal senses. The deafening hallelujahs of the heavenly hosts were silent to mortal ears except through the sounds of a young woman's voice who had unknowingly given human notes to a holy score. The glory of God filled the earth. Heaven hammered a bridge, but one young woman sat completely unaware of all that swelled the atmosphere around her. The tiny baby boy had robbed her heart. "So, this is how it feels to be a mother," she mused."

I love envisioning Mary singing to Jesus, with a host of angels standing at attention. I have had moments like this (minus the celestial choir and God's only son), sitting in a dim lighted room at a time when most people are asleep. There is great stillness in this season of life...time to reflect on what God has done and what He has yet to do. I find myself looking down at her, enjoying the stillness and that sweet little face, and just like Mary, wanting to capture that moment and store it somewhere safe. I have a feeling that my heart is going to be full of treasures while I watch this little girl grow up.