Our living room looks like some nomads decided to camp for the night. Quilts and blankets hang over the couches and chairs, and a fire is slowly dying in the fireplace. The girls are snuggled into their tents, cozy. As I passed through just now, I paused to eavesdrop, unseen, on their conversation.
"But is he a baby now?" asked Claire.
"No. He grew up. Just like you used to be a baby and now you're three." (Adah replying)
"I am baby Jesus?"
"No, Claire. But you were a baby. Jesus was, too. Now he is grown up."
"But what is his name now?"
"Just Jesus."
"What does he look like?"
"I don't know. I never got to see him." (long pause) "He looks like Daddy. Except he has hair."
This mom was relating a cute conversation between her little ones, but I was struck by the simple answer, "Just Jesus." Obviously, Adah was pointing out that Jesus still had the same name, but in light of their circumstances, I thought about the significance of His name! Just Jesus - nothing more, nothing less. His name didn't change; He never changes. He is faithful, no matter the circumstances - always there, always upholding His children. In good times and bad, He is Just Jesus - all we need. May you allow Jesus to be all you need this Christmas.
2 comments:
So nice to read this today as my 17 year old niece will have a bone marrow transplant in less than two weeks. We are praying for a good outcome too.
I read this post from Sara's blog out loud to Steve the other day. So precious.
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