Hands and feet swollen, tired and sore from the treacherous journey.  Belly full and heavy with child.  A journey that wasn’t required of her, yet it was.  Had she not travelled that rugged road to Bethlehem with Joseph, the prophesy would not have been fulfilled.

They crossed almost a hundred miles, over rough roads and through danger of plunder on all sides.  A trip which would’ve been terribly difficult even for a fit individual.  Yet there she was – a young girl, ready to give birth at any moment.

The census didn’t demand women be counted.  Women were considered second class citizens to the Romans, but God had other plans for this woman.  Mary was carrying His only begotten Son – breath of heaven.  Such an amazing thought that to most it’s incomprehensible.

As mothers know, a child doesn’t wait for the right moment or the perfect circumstances.  Children are born when they’re ready.

Jesus  could’ve avoided the traumatic birthing experience, but this is the way it had to be.  He could’ve avoided the scourge of the whip and the horrible death on the cross too, but He didn’t.  Instead He chose to become our brother, live a life of complete submission and die humbly with the load of our sin strapped to His back.

There were the screams and pain of a natural childbirth.  There was no mid-wife.  Joseph was there when her water broke and the one who cut the cord. He too had turned this all over to God’s wisdom.  This humble couple acted in complete faith, because this was no ordinary birth.  They knew they were simply God’s instruments for providing life to the lost.

As the King of Kings lay His tiny head upon a bed of hay, angels sang His praises, shepherds came to worship, animals watched and Mary thought of this event with complete wonder.  She tucked away every memory and would think of it many times during her life.  This little boy, with ten fingers and ten toes, born of a woman, yet purely the Son of God.  God in the flesh.  God with us.  Immanuel.

She must’ve wondered what her little boy would become.  Certainly He wouldn’t be like other children, because of His sinless soul, but as He wiggled in her arms and nestled to her breast – at the moment, He was part of her too.

All of it was unbelievable, but she knew that God had it all under control.  She was merely the vessel holding the King of Creation.




As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on
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2 Responses to DELIVERY DAY

  1. davidkitz says:

    Beautiful thoughts on a beautiful Saviour!

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