She Held That Love {a prayer to the One who was a firstborn son}

{What better time to adore Him than now?}

And she brought forth her firstborn Son, and wrapped Him in swaddling cloths, and laid Him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn. Luke 2:7 

To one woman, You were a firstborn son.

To us, You were King, laid low, but to her — then — You were her first born. First cry, first suckle, first swaddling of one that was her very own flesh.

She was still mother, even though You were Savior.

You made Yourself flesh, even to she who was invited in to the holy huddle that night. You didn’t compromise Yourself and You didn’t compromise flesh. You were of her flesh and blood.

I adore You, God who wrapped Yourself in the vulnerability of infancy, all so that my vulnerable flesh might taste Your glory. You didn’t just visit flesh, You embodied it. All so that we might know the smell of Your skin. [Continue reading this adoration meditation over here —>]