I taught a lesson to the primary children in our ward earlier this month about Christ’s birth and about why his life was a gift to each of us. As we read through the story in Luke, we pulled out of a box each part of a nativity to set up on the table in the stable. The children were so enamoured with the completed set that they wanted to each come and see it up close. Their favorite piece by far was the baby Jesus.
As I watched the children stare at the tiny baby Jesus figurine, trying so hard not to touch it (and failing pretty heavily), it occurred to me that they love Jesus as a baby the most. They love to know that Jesus was a child just like them. He grew up and went through difficult learning experiences the same way they do. Before he became the Savior, Jesus was a little boy with a Mom and Dad to teach him how to become a great man.
This year, I am celebrating babies and children. Especially my own baby blessing—and how similar he must be to that baby in Bethlehem. Still perfect. Adding so much love and purity to the crazy world we live in.
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Some more happy things:
Air seems to be nearing the end of this crazy illness that's taken him out for the last few months. Its especially nice to hear his voice coming back today.
We have loads and loads of beautiful white snow.
Cuties have arrived in Canada.
Packages from my family in Utah have also arrived in Canada.
Ready for Christmas to arrive!
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