As the darkness fell on this long awaited Christmas Eve night…anxious to end the Advent journey, and celebrate the birth of my One Love Jesus, Savior and Lord…and celebrate my birthday as well, I gently reached for the figure of the Christ Child resting in the chest…
My One Love Jesus…with such joy, I wanted to embrace you, and place you in the wooden cradle, resting beneath the beautiful Christmas Cross tree…
The Christ Child figure was wrapped in protective cloth and, as I gently removed it from the box, a hand and leg crashed to the floor!
My One Love Jesus, broken… so soon…
In tears I carried You to my one love John…,”not to worry he said,…I will try to repair it.”
I looked to my one love’s face through tear filled eyes and said no ,…perhaps this is the way God wills it to be.
My one love insisted and, with glue oozing, he handed the Broken Christ Child back to me.
I wrapped the figure in a beautiful white cloth…swaddled You Jesus, and held You to my heart,…broken… I tried to hide Your wounds…
And, I laid You in the manger, with only Your sweet face showing.
Is that what happened so long ago… on a Christmas night, the brokenness inflicted upon me… covered up, and gone into hiding…
The hiding …that caused the hopelessness ,that caused the fear, that begged the Angels to protect, that caused the cutting, that caused the loss of safety, and the forever burying of my heart, my memory…
and then my Mommy….
I look at my beautiful Christmas Cross Tree, as the Light begins to dawn this Christmas morning…
Struggling with my legs screaming in pain, I kneel in Adoration of heart, and gently hold the Broken Christ Child figure close, with one swollen hand, as I embrace the Crucifix from Bethlehem with the other.
I cry out to You…my One Love Jesus, one broken child to another…