The First Christmas Has Arrived!!!

Festival of lights

25^th  Kislev

December 9^th

He’s come! Yehoshua has come! I cannot begin to express my

gratitude, and adoration! What a privilege it is to be the first one to

hold the treasured Son of God. Oh dear, tears are running down my

face again! He is so precious. I just can’t say it enough. It tugs at my

heart strings when I see how incredibly tiny and helpless He, the Son

of El’Shaddai, is.

I wanted to cradle Him longer, much longer, but Yosef yearned to

hold Him also. Yosef is sitting in the straw nearby, and it makes me

rejoice to see the man I adore cuddling the most wonderful Baby in

the world.

25^th  Kislev

December 9^th

This has been a strange and wonderful night. Yosef and I had no

desire to sleep so we leaned against each other, gazing adoringly at

the wide-eyed baby in our arms. I half wished that Yeshua (how quickly

we have shortened His name!) would cry so I could cuddle and

hush him gently with a lullaby or two. But He was so wide awake and calm;

looking at us with those warm, beautiful eyes of His.

 I almost think He knows who we are; but do not all fond parents imagine their

babies are smarter than they are capable of being? Who knows, maybe this

one is. It will be interesting and delightful raising such a sweet boy. If

I ever have another one, it will be much too easy to compare him with

Yeshua, I fear.

It has been so cozy, almost homey in the cave tonight. A tiny, sweet

faced kid scampered over to us, and stared  inquisitively at our little boy.

When our baby made a soft mewing sound, the goat looked so

surprised that I started to giggle.

Earlier, we heard some brawlers carrying on. They made me feel most

uncomfortable, but someone must have told them to either be quiet

 or leave so those of us who would sleep could sleep. There are

others sharing our crowded quarters but they are far enough away that

we are afforded some privacy. It is so calm and peaceful now, with a

little halo of light from the lantern surrounding our little family.

Hark! I hear something faintly in the distance! It’s music,

like singing, or chanting perhaps. It must be the loveliest melodic sounds this world has ever heard. What can it mean?

This is from my upcoming book: Mary's Memories of Jesus

Mary