Many of you are aware that my Daughter and Son-in-law are adopting. They have completed their home study, the mounds of paperwork, classes, back ground checks, physicals and they are now in the "waiting" phase. Even though watching their story has been amazing, and seeing God work has been unbelievable, this was not my "ideal" way of being a Grandma. The adoption process is hard. The journey is full of heartache, hurt, disappointment, anger, frustration, a gambit of emotions along the way.
As I thought about Christmas this morning and the birth of the Savior, I thought about another Grandma. We hear nothing of Mary's parents in the birth story. We don't know if they were already passed, maybe they disowned her, we just don't know. But as I think about that Grandma, I think about how un-"ideal" that situation was. Joseph wasn't the father, people must have talked. And the birth situation alone. They traveled a long journey weeks before the baby was due. There was no room for the baby. Born in a stable with the animals and the elements. No family to give them support. Alone in a foreign country. Not an "ideal" situation.
But as I think about how un-"ideal" that situation appeared. I think about how intentional it was. God SENT his ONE AND ONLY precious son into that most un-"ideal" situation to fulfill prophecy. To fulfill the promises of what was to come. He did that for you and for me.
Yes, I am hoping for a grandchild this year. But, my hope isn't in that baby. My hope, my joy, and my peace, rest in the baby whose birthday we celebrate today. On this Christmas morning I pray that is where your hope rest too.
Merry Christmas from the Sapp's!!!!
