It's that wonderful time a year again. The time we get to count down to an amazingly celebrated day, the day that the Savior of the world came to the earth. He would later suffer and die for all of us. It is on this day that we rejoice that He chose to do it for us.
As I've pondered more about the circumstances of His birth, I am at awe of Mary and Joseph. Here they were in an unfamiliar city, not knowing anyone, and there wasn't a place for them to stay. Having given birth to three children of my own, I'm sure she was already in labor while they were searching the town for a bed. How frantic Joseph must have been once they had found the stable that Mary would later give birth in. Not only did he need help comfort his new wife in her hour of deep pain, but he also had to clean up the straw and other dirty things that we can only imagine were there from the animals. I can not picture what a mess it truly was. All that we ever see is the clean manger that the baby Jesus was laid in after He was born.
So this year as you look at the different variations of the Nativity scene, try to imagine how it truly must of been for the son of God to be born in. Another one of His many sacrifices on our behalf.
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