And you breathe.
You hold that baby so close. You press your lips to his soft cheek ever so softly. You wrap his little hand around just the tip of one of your fingers. You bend your head low over his, whispering sweet nothings to him as you gently rock him.
All of your being wants to protect, care for, and love this sweet creature. He is completely vulnerable and helpless, entirely dependent on others for all comforts, and even for basic survival. In spite of the huge responsibility, this great task of caring for him - for however long or in whatever capacity it might be - there is always that deep peace.
You hold that baby and your heart melts. You melt. Your world slows down and reorients to revolve around this seven pound being, this seven pound creature made in the image of your great God. Everything, quite suddenly, quite gently and subtly, so you aren't even aware of the change, is all going to be ok.
You're going to be ok.
You hold that baby close - that screaming baby, sleeping baby, cooing baby - and all that matters is love.
Even in the tired moments, the frazzled moments, the beyond exhaustion moments, it's all still solidly, steadily, surely a moment of love - by Love for Love.
A long time ago - yet not so long ago - there was a young wife, far from home, who had a baby boy in a stable. Through her free and beautiful and peaceful fiat, we were given a Savior. And how did God choose to save us? Not through a thunder clap and lightning flash, appearing in majesty. No, He came as a baby born of a spotless virgin mother.
Kneel at the foot of that manger. Scoop that baby right up to you and hold Him.
And breathe.
Let that peace take hold of your heart.
Let your heart melt as you hold Him close.
Hold that vulnerable, dependent God-made-man. Smell his little head. Kiss his soft cheek. Count his fingers. Marvel at his perfect little fingernails.
Hold that baby. That peace, that calm, that joy beyond words?
Let that hold you.
Let Him hold you.
He's holding you: your fears, your hopes, your loves, your sins, all of you. And as you whisper how much you love Him, He whispers back - I love you more.
The God who holds it all in His hands came down and let Himself be held in our hands.
The Creator in the hands of the created. The Holder of Everything being held by a small someone.
He came back for you. He is your Prince Charming, riding in quietly and gently, to steal you away to your perfect Happily Forever After. He did it all for love... He did it all for you.
And He entered the scene as a baby boy. A baby born to save the world.
Scoop Him up, hold Him close, let your heart melt, still & quiet.
It's all going to be ok.
You're going to be ok.
He came down to get you.
He loved you into being. And when you fell? He came down to scoop you up. To hold you close. To love you boundlessly.
To give you peace beyond measure.
Be still and know that He's God... and He's got this. He's got you.
He's here to hold you. And He's here to stay.
You're going to be ok.
