a royal baby...

I am as excited as much as the next Kate and Wills fan about the arrival of the Royal Baby. I was secretly hoping that baby no.2 would be born on the same day, and we were even prepared (had the new Royal Babe been a girl) to give our little one the same name...well middle name at least. But it was a boy so that solves that issue... 

this is what I got when I typed in Royal Baby!

You've got to the love the pomp and circumstance too, the crier outside the hospital, the golden easel outside Buckingham Palace, the processions today, let alone the world media and basic 24 hour coverage of the event. Woe betide anything else to happen in the world for the next couple of days because you cannot compete with the Royal Baby! Oodles of messages of congratulations have been sent from all over the world and I am considering sending a card myself! 

But all this fuss got me a thinking... this is just a baby, yeah sure a Royal baby, but only 'a'. A baby. Not actually 'The Royal Baby', this baby no matter how Royal, is one of many Royal babies, past, present and future. But Jesus was the baby. Singular and eternal Royal Baby.  And what did he get?  A feeding trough for a bed and I bet "The Bethlehem Post" probably didn't even bother to make an announcement.  He wasn't born under the best medical team in a private hospital wing with internet and fridge included.  Ok God sent his own angelic criers to announce the birth but to smelly dirty shepherds.  It's outrageous it would be like Kate and Wills sending their birth announcement to the homeless chap three doors down and inviting him to come and see their baby... Jesus' birth was so much more important than that of the new Royal, so much more significant and yet his circumstances assumed nothing.

No silver spoon for Jesus, no Obaby top of the range all singing all dancing pram, sure he got a few presents, a bit of gold, frankincense and myrrh but if you look at what those things represented for his life you'd think they were a bit weird and a bit naff and quite frankly a little inappropriate for a baby. 

I don't know where else I'm going with this post really, all I know is that Jesus is King and Lord of the universe and yet his arrival as The Royal Baby was pretty much overlooked, normal, average, a bit dirty, a bit smelly and shared with a few cows...talk about humility, talk about sacrifice because if anyone deserved the pomp and ceremony it was Jesus.

I guess all I'm trying to say is I feel kind of proud to know such a humble king.

Just a little note to say...

Dear people who have swept and mopped my floor lately, taken my bins out, cleaned my bathroom and hoovered my carpets, people who have prayed for me, with me and pointed me towards God's goodness again.

You know who you are.

What you don't know is just how much your servant heartedness has encouraged me this week. I am grateful for your kindness, willingness and wanting nothing-in-return-ness. I am so grateful for such a wonderful biological family, family-in-law, spiritual family and friends in general who have demonstrated such generosity (and I say this because my kitchen and dining room floor were particularly disgusting after a hectic and messy birthday party for the little lady even I didn't want to sort them out but you did!)

This is nothing more than a quick thank you and a general acknowledgement that through you God has provided for me and mine in so many ways I cannot begin to count them! 

So be encouraged people who have swept and mopped my floor lately, taken my bins out, cleaned my bathroom and hoovered my carpets, people who have prayed for me, with me and pointed me towards God's goodness again. I could not have made it through these past few hectic weeks without you.

As I approach d-day for munchkin number two I feel confident (albeit tired) because I know my God is a God who provides.

Lots of love to you all Holly, Hubby, Co-co and bump x x x