I don't know....

I know I want to post something but I can not wrap my brain around what to post....this morning, I was listening to the Casting Crowns Christmas CD (wow...that's some alliteration) my gal pal Emily sent me.  Well, she sent it to Brandon and I...and I did leave it in the car for him to listen to on his way to work.  But ANYWAY, this song is on it:

"While You Were Sleeping"

Oh little town of Bethlehem
Looks like another silent night
Above your deep and dreamless sleep
A giant star lights up the sky
And while you're lying in the dark
There shines an everlasting light
For the King has left His throne
And is sleeping in a manger tonight

Oh Bethlehem, what you have missed while you were sleeping
For God became a man
And stepped into your world today
Oh Bethlehem, you will go down in history
As a city with no room for its King
While you were sleeping
While you were sleeping

Oh little town of Jerusalem
Looks like another silent night
The Father gave His only Son
The Way, the Truth, the Life had come
But there was no room for Him in the world He came to save

Jerusalem, what you have missed while you were sleeping
The Savior of the world is dying on your cross today
Jerusalem, you will go down in history
As a city with no room for its King
While you were sleeping
While you were sleeping

United States of America
Looks like another silent night
As we're sung to sleep by philosophies
That save the trees and kill the children
And while we're lying in the dark
There's a shout heard 'cross the eastern sky
For the Bridegroom has returned
And has carried His bride away in the night

America, what will we miss while we are sleeping
Will Jesus come again
And leave us slumbering where we lay
America, will we go down in history
As a nation with no room for its King
Will we be sleeping
Will we be sleeping

United States of America
Looks like another silent night

This song is also on my playlist now.  However, on the CD it's the Christmas version, but I can't find that for the playlist.  I forgot how much I love that song.  I don't know what deep thoughts to put to it, bc well, all you have to do is listen to it to be slammed around a little bit.  Also on my playlist is this song:

It's still a mystery to me That the hands of God could be so small, How tiny fingers reaching in the night Were the very hands that measured the sky Chorus Hallelujah, hallelujah Heaven's love reaching down to save the world Hallelujah, hallelujah Son of God, Servant King, You're here with us You're here with us Verse 2 It's still a mystery to me, oh, How His infant eyes have seen the dawn of time How His ears have heard an angel's symphony, But still Mary had to rock her Savior to sleep Chorus Hallelujah, hallelujah Heaven's love reaching down to save the world Hallelujah, hallelujah Son of God, Servant King Here with us You're here with us (Ohh, mmm, here with us) Bridge Jesus the Christ, born in Bethlehem A baby born to save, to save the souls of man Chorus (2x) Hallelujah, hallelujah Heaven's love reaching down to save the world Hallelujah, hallelujah Son of God, Servant King You're here with us You're here with us Again, really, what do you say to that?  I am holding a fussy baby so it is a little bit difficult to put my words to "paper" right now.  But I can not imagine life without Ridge, ever.  And how amazing, that God, in His love for us, sent His Son in the form of a precious baby, a baby who lived and grew and died for each of us....and lives again.  I know Jesus our Savior is no longer a baby, but at this time of year, it is awe inspiring, at least to a parent, I would think, to imagine Christ as a baby.  Christ being born, given earthly life, laying in a manger, staring up at his momma.  What was He thinking?  Did He know who he was, even as an infant?   I don't know. I guess maybe it doesn't matter.  But it is just....amazing...to think of Jesus- God and man- as a baby.  Innocent (always), pure (always), but a baby- a baby who needed his momma, a baby who needed to be held, a baby who needed to be changed, a baby who grew into a child who learned to walk and talk and had to be taught things, even though He is really our Teacher.  I don't know, probably everything I'm typing is nonsense, since the precious baby on my lap is a little bit gripey this morning and did just poop in my lap.  Here's hoping it's not all over me.  My children, of course, are not the greatest babes to ever live- neither are yours, nor will they ever be.  Because Christ came and lived as a man, and will forever be the greatest human to ever live.  But as I hold this incredibly obstinate child who is about to get a diaper change....does he know...as he lays in my lap (lies in my lap?)...the greatness in store for him?  Does he know what the Lord has destined for his life?  Does he know the testimony his life can/could/will/should be? He is destined for great things.  So is the baby/toddler/child/teenager you hold in your lap, arms, or at a distance.  Thank you, Lord, for your every day miracles.  Help me, help us, to be faithful to You with those you have entrusted to us...