Quiet Christmas Thoughts

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There's something special about sitting in a room with the Christmas Tree being the only light. 
It's quiet, with just some very soft carols being sung by For King and Country.
Christmas Eve is tomorrow.
The gifts are bought and wrapped. The food for tomorrow is prepped. 
The house is clean.
I don't have any reason to rush onto my next chore.
So I sit and look at the tree, and enjoy the music. And while listening to the music, I hear the words... I mean I really hear the words! Words I have sung, words I've heard so many times. But it hits differently tonight. 
I wonder what Mary was thinking, going to Bethlehem. Was she frightened? We've heard many times that the angel said "fear not", but Mary was human.
Was she worried? Was she frightened? Was she excited?
All of these thoughts as today is my first born son's birthday. So I remember the feelings that come with becoming a mother. But for Mary, her son was the highly anticipated Messiah! I can't imagine what she was thinking! Not only was she going to have her first child, which for any mother is a feeling that I can't even describe, but her child was to be the Son of God!
As I go into the next two days, enjoying my family, and celebrating Jesus' birth, I will remember Mary, and the incredible part she played in bringing us our Messiah.
I highly recommend listening to some traditional carols with no distractions. Really listen to those lyrics! And I hope they will be a blessing to you as they were to me.

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