On this day 8 years ago, I was weeping. The entire month I was convinced that I was pregnant with a son. I even dreamed about him. But on December 24th, I discovered I was still without a child. My husband and I reluctantly attended our church’s Christmas Eve service heartbroken.
Our pastor read from Isaiah 9:6.
For to us a child is born,
to us a son is given;
and the government shall be upon his shoulder,
and his name shall be called
Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God,
Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.
The son we most deeply desired had already been given to us. Jesus. He grew to be the man who saved us from our deep sin problem. We left the service rejoicing!
A few months later, we decided to begin the adoption process. It required much endurance, but 18 months later, we brought our darling children home just before Christmas. With sweet bundles in our arms, I reflected on that Christmas in 2008. Then the miracle hit me!
I looked at Levi’s birth certificate and realized that he was conceived December 2008! Even as I type, I am overwhelmed that God would sovereignly impress on my heart that I was pregnant with a son at the very time Levi was conceived across the globe. How can God, who created galaxies, be so incredibly personal to me?
To us a child is born. To us a son is given. Do you know him? Here is a carol based on Mary’s song of worship that overflowed with thankfulness for God’s greatness and personal care! I am always reminded of the very personal gift of my Levi Cruz when I hear it. And even more, I treasure the gift of unmerited salvation in the Son.