*Disclaimer: This post is not intended to put myself down or to make you feel sorry for me. This is my reality and I don’t care to hide it any longer. I’ve been wallowing in all sorts of “why not me” and coveting the beauty of others that I’ve decided being real with my life, messy and all, speaks more of the beauty of Christmas, at least for me.
I had started a post entitled, “Awaiting His Arrival” and thought I would write about Mary, how she pondered in her heart the arrival of the Son of God. What were the questions she had of God about His son? What did God share with her about Him?