Blanket

This morning I had a baby blanket in my box. It is a soft, flannel blanket made for Quinn by my grandmother. We all had these soft blankets when my brothers and I were little and my grandmother made them for all of my children, even making extra, planning ahead for the time when she wouldn't be able to sew or crochet anymore. We talked about how wonderful it is to have a soft lovie blanket like that, that someone special has made for you.

When Mary and Joseph left on their journey to Bethleham it is unclear whether she knew she would be delivering her baby during the journey or not. Clearly they were unprepared for how long it would take to get there in her condition, or how crowded the city would be. What we do know is that she did bring soft strips of cloth to swaddle her new baby, to protect him, and comfort him in the dark of the stable. My hope for our children, is that they constantly feel God's love around them like a soft blanket, as something warm and comfortable that they know is always there for them. No matter how dark the night or how loud the storm in good times and bad, we are swaddled in God's love.