This Advent, I look down at Miriam and think- this is enough. Just to "come and adore" her everyday. To imagine how God chose to become a baby as I look at her perfectness. I keep thinking, "God truly believed in his product." He had a nose and boogies, and soft chubby legs and little nails that needed clipped. He humbled himself to need to nurse every two hours. To be dependent. What a wonderful God we have.
Miriam looks nothing like me. And I wonder if Mary shared some of my same sentiment- a feeling of caring for someone else's child?
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