• January 14, 2015 /  Uncategorized


    It’s Christmas morning.  Early, early. I lay on the floor of an upstairs bedroom. Burning with fever and in pain from a very sore throat, yet I chuckle at how I must look wrapped in a big, worn, fuzzy, white robe.
    “I look like a sheep,” I guffaw to myself, “A big, old sheep.”
    “Well, that’s not so bad girl,” I answer myself, “You are a sheep, a sheep of His pasture.”

    I quietly begin to reflect on a familiar “sheep verse” Psalm 23…THE LORD IS MY SHEPHERD; I SHALL NOT WANT.  In my mind’s eye, I picture sheep in a pasture being led by their good Shepherd. And I see me, walking alongside, in my sheep robe.

    After a few moments of pondering sheep, I glance up to the bed to check on my beautiful daughter Bekah.  My Bekah.  She seems okay for the moment.
    My shoulders relax a little. I smile at the sight of Bekah’s little sister curled up at her feet on the bed.  Sick with worry herself, my youngest Lissah, lays beside her beloved sissy on the soft mattress and sleeps.  Knowing that I couldn’t be far away, I had retired to the floor… in my sheep robe.

    Now fully awake on the cool bedroom floor I turn my inward thoughts of worry and pain to outward thoughts of sheep and shepherds. I begin to consider the shepherds more fully.  I envision those faithful shepherds tending their ordinary sheep…doing their ordinary job…in their ordinary way…with no extra help…way out in the field…sleeping on the ground…keeping a watchful eye on their sheep…and no one to make them tea when they have a sore throat.
    Yeah, I think about those shepherds on that ordinary night.
    The night a baby changed everything.

    I imagine those shepherds after another uneventful evening, gathering by the fire to warm themselves. They periodically squint into the darkness to eyeball their sleeping sheep. These men often cease their lively chatter and quietly tip their ear to the surrounding hills listening intently for sounds of approaching danger. Satisfied that all is well, they resume their nightly routine around the brightly burning fire.
    The night a baby changed everything.

    After deciding who will take the first watch of the night, the shepherds begin to lay their bodies on the cold hard ground. A few of them pull a rock close to rest their heads upon. All is still. All is quiet.
    The night a baby changed everything.

    The sleepy men lean back and look upward with tired eyes upon the star-filled sky. They have seen this sky hundreds of times before. The familiar starry hosts are the shepherds welcomed night lights. They cast a beautiful glow upon the pastures and sleeping flocks. Seems to the shepherds another normal evening. The night a baby changes everything.

    “That night shepherds were staying in the fields, guarding their flocks of sheep. Suddenly, an angel of the Lord appeared among them, and the radiance of the Lord’s glory surrounded them. They were terrified, but the angel reassured them. “Don’t be afraid!” he said. “I bring you good news that will bring great joy to all people. The Savior—yes, the Messiah, the Lord—has been born today in Bethlehem, the city of David! And you will recognize him by this sign: You will find a baby wrapped snugly in strips of cloth, lying in a manger.”
    Suddenly, the angel was joined by a vast host of others-the armies of heaven—praising God…
    When the angels had returned to heaven, the shepherds said to each other, “Let’s go to Bethlehem! Let’s see this thing that has happened, which the Lord has told us about.”
    They hurried to the village and found Mary and Joseph. And there was the baby, lying in the manger…The shepherds went back to their flocks, glorifying and praising God for all they had heard and seen. It was just as the angel had told them.”
    The night a baby changed everything.

    Merry Christmas



    Posted by kimbwaterman @ 10:47 pm

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