It's Christmas morning. Early, early.
I lay on the floor of an upstairs bedroom. Burning with fever and paining with a very sore throat, yet I chuckle at how I must look wrapped in a big, worn, fuzzy, white robe. "I look like a sheep I guffaw to myself, a big, ol' sheep."
"Well that's not so bad girl, you are a sheep, a sheep of HIS pasture." ...I answer myself.
I begin to reflect on Psalm 23...THE LORD IS MY SHEPHERD, I SHALL NOT WANT..."
I glance up to the bed to check on my beautiful Bekah. My Bekah. She seems okay for the moment. My shoulders relax a little. I smile at the sight of Bekah's little sister curled up at her feet on the bed. Sick with worry herself, my youngest Lissah, lays beside her beloved sissy on the bed and sleeps. Knowing I can't be far away, I retire to the floor... in my sheep robe...
Not being able to sleep, I begin to think about the angel...the angel that announced my SAVIORS birth
And i consider the shepherds...tending their sheep...on another ordinary night...doing their ordinary job...in their ordinary way...with no extra help...way out in the field...sleeping on the ground...keeping an eye on their sheep...and no one to make them tea when they get a sore throat... doing their ordinary job...
The night a baby changed everything.
In the same region there were some shepherds staying out in the fields and keeping watch over their flock by night. And an angel of the Lord suddenly stood before them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them; and they were terribly frightened. But the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid; for behold, I bring you good news of great joy which will be for all the people; for today in the city of David there has been born for you a Savior, who is Christ the Lord. ( lUKE 2)
Merry Christmas.
I lay on the floor of an upstairs bedroom. Burning with fever and paining with a very sore throat, yet I chuckle at how I must look wrapped in a big, worn, fuzzy, white robe. "I look like a sheep I guffaw to myself, a big, ol' sheep."
"Well that's not so bad girl, you are a sheep, a sheep of HIS pasture." ...I answer myself.
I begin to reflect on Psalm 23...THE LORD IS MY SHEPHERD, I SHALL NOT WANT..."
I glance up to the bed to check on my beautiful Bekah. My Bekah. She seems okay for the moment. My shoulders relax a little. I smile at the sight of Bekah's little sister curled up at her feet on the bed. Sick with worry herself, my youngest Lissah, lays beside her beloved sissy on the bed and sleeps. Knowing I can't be far away, I retire to the floor... in my sheep robe...
Not being able to sleep, I begin to think about the angel...the angel that announced my SAVIORS birth
And i consider the shepherds...tending their sheep...on another ordinary night...doing their ordinary job...in their ordinary way...with no extra help...way out in the field...sleeping on the ground...keeping an eye on their sheep...and no one to make them tea when they get a sore throat... doing their ordinary job...
The night a baby changed everything.
In the same region there were some shepherds staying out in the fields and keeping watch over their flock by night. And an angel of the Lord suddenly stood before them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them; and they were terribly frightened. But the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid; for behold, I bring you good news of great joy which will be for all the people; for today in the city of David there has been born for you a Savior, who is Christ the Lord. ( lUKE 2)
Merry Christmas.