A few weeks ago, Beth started talking about Baby God. I'm not sure where she got this from, but I love her description of Jesus Christ. I mean, I've never told her that Jesus was God and I've never had a heart-to-heart about the holy trinity. Yet, something within her knew. My 2.5 yr-old boiled down all the theology and mystery of Christmas into two words: Baby God.
Matt and I smile everytime we hear her say it. When we driving around looking at Christmas lights, Beth would be the first to spot the plastic light-up nativities. "BABY GOD! BABY GOD! Der Baby God!!"
I've been pondering her wonderful words....
Shouldn't we all be declaring his arrival--not just at Christmas but his Second Coming?
Shouldn't we all on the lookout for glimpses of God here on Earth?
Shouldn't we all be estatic-besides-ourselves-full-of-glee when we do?
Here's hoping we will all be on lookout for Baby God.
And the word became flesh and lived among us, and we have seen his glory, the glory as of a Father's only son, full of grace and truth. John 1:14