I can feel the exhaustion through my bones beginning to seep...were you awake too?
Over the weary miles you traveled, only to find no room in the inn.
A young, innocent mother-to-be, so pure and free of sin.
It was late when you finally found a place, so I know it was late when He came.
Your body, worn and travel weary, now also wracked with pain.
I suspect you did as I do, though, instead of sleeping for a time,
You stayed awake because you couldn't help but stare at your little one Divine.
Did you lay him down in the manger so you could rest for a while?
Or did you hold him close, and stare at that sleepy smile?
Were you overcome with the thought that He is your responsibility now?
The Son of God, a tiny babe, sleeping in your arms with furrowed brow.
I'm certain that in the wee hours, you stayed up thinking it through. Why did God choose me? You wondered. I think the same things too.
I know that God believed in you, and so I know he believes in me. Mothers, He knows, are the ones who will teach us carefully.
So every night, when my son won't sleep, I wonder the whole night through,
Late at night in that stable in Bethlehem, were you awake too?
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