He is here

Our baby Jesus is missing.

We’ve found everything else.  The lights, the stable, Mary and Joseph.

But baby Jesus is missing.

As I’ve looked for Him all week, I’ve cried quiet tears about how appropriate it is right now that He is the one that is missing.  Peace is gone from the earth, and the whole world seems mad.

As we have looked, I have let the girls put things where they want and lights and glitter are everywhere.

The stable has moved all over the place and most of the girls have spent time with their other little toys in it.

As I have watched each of them be drawn to the stable, I have been struck.  He is not missing.  He is there.

He is in little hearts, aching for Him to be found.  He is in the glow of the fireplace and the laughter and the lights.

He is in the warmth of our happy little cabin, and though it is unfinished, somehow, His love completes it.

He is in the stable, where little hands have played for days.  He is in the hearts of the people who are working miracles in our lives.

He is here.

4 Responses

  1. Matt

    Beautiful :)

    December 4, 2015 at 11:58 am

  2. Jamie

    He…is here.
    So wonderfully said, so perfect.
    Thank you~

    December 5, 2015 at 7:33 am

  3. Jessie

    Well, now I’m crying. This is beautiful. Our baby Jesus went missing too, but I found him the other day. He is the most loved piece of our natvity, and often I find him clutched in little sleeping hands at the end of the day.

    December 7, 2015 at 2:35 pm

  4. Beth Matteson

    These are beautiful pictures and words reflective of the pure love of Christ, Ann. Thank you.

    January 2, 2016 at 7:01 pm

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