What Kind of Love -- a Mother's Look at God Incarnate
Jennifer SlatteryAuthor and speaker Jennifer Slattery has addressed women’s groups, Bible studies, and writers across the nation and her love for seeing others embrace freedom in Christ is evident in each of her six contemporary novels and on her devotional blog, JenniferSlatteryLivesOutLoud.com She has a passion for helping women discover, embrace, and live out who they are in Christ. As Founder of Wholly Loved Ministries, she and her team partner with churches to facilitate events designed to help women rest in their true worth and live with maximum impact. When not writing, reading, or editing, Jennifer loves going on mall dates with her adult daughter and coffee dates with her hilariously fun husband. Visit with Jennifer on Facebook at JenSlatte.
- 2017 Dec 15
What started as a blessing turned to fear and heartache, a longing to keep the child God had given us, to hold tight to her while also preparing myself for loss. It was an emotional ping-pong match, and one that frequently initiated tear-filled prayers.
Ours was a difficult and uncertain pregnancy where, each day, miscarriage felt like an imminent reality. And where daily, sometimes hourly, in desperation, I prayed. “Lord, please, keep this child safe. Alive to term. If you do, I promise, I’ll give her back to you.”
I’m not one to barter with God, but in that moment, the pain of potentially losing this precious life I’d fallen in love with from the time I discovered her existence overcame all rational and appropriate response. Like a toddler caught in the dark or a young child lost in the mall, I felt afraid, vulnerable, and was crying out to God, “Help! Please!”
I thought of this moment, of the heartache and fear, as I sat across a hospital room from a dear friend throwing up desperate pleas of her own. Her ten-year-old son, having come out of surgery but days before was facing two more painful and invasive procedures, the outcome of which was far from certain.
Teary at the thought of her precious boy in pain, I cried out to God, honestly, not wanting to think about all the child had and likely would suffer. Wishing God would take it all away, bend down and make all things right.
My thoughts instantly shifted to another mother, but perhaps fifteen years old, in the throws of labor, with no pain medication and likely no help from anyone other than her husband. This woman, who, when told of the child she would carry, responded, “I am the Lord’s servant. May everything you have said about me come true” (Luke 1:38, NLT).
When she said that, did she have any idea the deep sorrow she’d one day suffer? And as she watched Him grow, as day by day her love for Him grew, did she wonder about the prophesy spoken to her years before, when she brought the infant Jesus to the Temple: “This child is destined to cause many in Israel to fall, and many others to rise. … The deepest thoughts of many will be revealed. And a sword will pierce your very soul” (Luke 2:34-35, NLT).
Did those words come back with force as she watched her Son, the One she’d birthed, nursed, held, and raised, bloodied and beaten, being nailed to the cross?
As I thought about this, my momma’s heart was triggered, broken, for my friend and her child, unable to fathom that depth of pain, knowing if I were in my friend’s shoes, or had been in Mary’s shoes, I would’ve been completely undone.
“My Son endured worse.” God’s words, spoken like a soft whisper to my heart, brought me to my knees, and in that moment, all I could say was “I’m sorry”—because I knew it was my sin that brought Jesus to cross.
But as true as that is, there was an even greater force that drove Jesus to Jerusalem, that caused Him to hold His tongue when offered the chance to defend Himself, that held Him to the rough wood planks when He had the power as God incarnate to call down angels to free Himself.
That force was love.
I have a tendency to get distracted by the tinsel and my cute little nativities, to view the Christmas story through a commercialized, surface-level lens.
But this Christmas, I’m reminded of what this celebration of God-incarnate, God my Savior, cost.
This Christmas I’m reminded of God’s love, a love that goes so much deeper than my earthly, easily distracted mind can fathom.
A love strong enough to overcome my sin.
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