Baby Jesus got lost in the move. Well, not ‘lost’ exactly, just misplaced. I wasn’t too worried, I remember seeing him in the packing and after all a lot of manger scenes don’t have him showing up until Christmas. I figured we still had 12 days to find him. This is however, my favorite manger scene, the one my kids made when they were little. I also knew down deep that there might only be about one of my family members to notice him missing. We could probably fudge it until he showed up, and that it might be Easter, which would be pretty poor theology.
I found Baby Jesus,
mostly because I was keeping my eyes open for him.
I have to say I am humbled by this ageless truth.
When I keep my eyes open for him, I find him in so many places of my life.
Well done Ellen! I would have waited………………………perhaps ’till Easter!
Love your writing and your perspective
Thank you all, you bless me!
HOW TRUE!!! “When I keep my eyes open for him, I find him in so many places of my life.” xoxo