I put this up last year, but I’m struck by this every Christmas. I can’t help it.
Every year at this time, I give birth. Which is miraculous because what you don’t yet know about me is that, for many years now, My Beloved and I have been unable to have children. It has been, simply, the most wrenching, most lingering sorrow of our lives. Even as I share this, I’m astounded that I’m doing so. If you knew how closely I’ve guarded this in my heart, if you knew how long it took me ever to tell anyone, if you knew how much the shame from this has weighed us down, you might be astounded, too.
But nevertheless, every year at this time, I give birth.
“For unto us a Child is born, unto us a Son is given ….”
Unto you and, even, graciously, unto me, and My Beloved.
So come let us adore Him.
The One who came to fill, overflowing, the bereft and empty places of our hearts.
Your Child.
And my Child.
And our Child.
Wow. That touched my heart so deeply that I’m fighting the tears. May He who was born in a tiny stable in the town of Bethlehem two thousand and 5 years ago, but knows not the confines of time touch your hearts this Christmas. May He bring love, peace and contentment that only He can give. And if it is His will, may He grant you a child like Hannah of old.
Wonderful. So personal.
Last night I actually did have a dream that I gave birth – to a girl. Weird.
Oh Tracey! That is beautiful, you have such a way with words.
I echo the prayer of AmStaff Mom…if it be His will, and in His time, that’s my Christmas wish for you.
tracey-
thank you for sharing from the innermost reaches of your soul.
thank you for the wonderful perspective.
thank you for touching my heart with your pain and beauty.
love,
jaymarie
Thank you, everyone. Now you’re making me cry.