Christmas’ Heart Cry

As I sit down to write this evening, all is quiet in the house. Quiet for a moment. Two are down, hopefully for the night, one will cry soon.

Cry to be fed. Cry to be held, comforted and feel safe.

That cry, if not answered right away, will begin to sound of desperation.

To a such a tiny little one who doesn’t know that his mama will come with food and comfort…

A little one that is just learning that Mama comes to the rescue…

It is almost a death cry saying, “if I don’t get fed I’ll perish.”

It’s a depth-of-the-soul cry. Desperate to be heard and answered, so that life can continue.

It is a cry that if goes unanswered eventually gives up and no longer calls and the babe no longer thrives.

The very first time I experienced that cry and couldn’t fix it, my heart broke in two. The realization washed over me like a flood…

This isn’t the way life is supposed to be. My baby shouldn’t have to hurt so much…she shouldn’t have to be in so much pain.

Life isn’t supposed to hurt this much…needs should always be met…life should always be able to be given.

Eyes, that entreat mama’s all over the world to fix the hurt…

This wasn’t the Master’s Plan…and yet, He knew He’d still have to have an “alternative” Plan even before He began creating. Ever wrestled with that? He KNEW…and He still created the world. He still made man!

He was going to have to come. To be a Sacrifice. And He created us anyway.

Did you get that? As Christ created the world and us the entire time He knew what He would have to experience on the cross. He came as a babe, crying to be fed by His mother, longing for His earthly body’s needs to be met…fully man…AND fully God. He came to give us life knowing His life would have to be given for us.

He became God with us so that we could know Him. This is the heart cry of Christmas.

Calling, “come and see.”

See Me in the center of your celebrations. Don’t lose sight of what really matters at this time of year. It’s time to put aside all else.

Oh, I wish I could put this down eloquently to you…the thing is, my words are always mixed up…my heart is simple and I try to make my words more than my heart feels and then I am misunderstood or out right say things wrong.

He wants us to see Him. To embrace the depth of why He came. He wants us to make Him the center of all we say and do. He weeps, I believe, over what He sees in our lives and hearts, over what we have become.

He came to give us life. Each breath we breathe is borrowed from Him.

He wants us to call to Him, to be fed from Him alone, only we are no longer babes…life has hurt far too long and like the child that learns to stop calling out…we have too. The difference is He will always answer…doesn’t mean suffering will be gone, but it does mean that sin’s debt has been paid and there is Hope of eternity.

In the depth of my soul, I cry too. Cry for Christ to feed me, hold me, comfort me and help me feel safe because life isn’t supposed to be this way. I desperately need Him and my heart cries out in desperation for Him to draw nearer.

This week’s ponderings: Christmas Coming

Photos: New Mama again, found through google: Christ’s birth, remembrance of His death