Mary, Did You Know?

I know that I have said this before, but let me just start with this: I LOVE Christmas. Everything about it. The decorations, the lights, the cheer, the gifts, the giving, the gatherings, the traditions, and the music. My husband would probably ban the last part if he could but as soon as the tree goes up in our house, the Christmas music starts. I rock out to Mariah Carey and N’Sync’s Christmas albums like it’s my job… but the ones that get me are the classics. The songs that are sung about the baby in the manger and the King born to a virgin – instead of some cold snowman or a fat guy in a red suit.

One song in particular has really hit me this year – “Mary, Did You Know?”. Maybe it is only when you become a mother (or father) that you can truly appreciate this song. Every time I hear it this Christmas season, it gives me chills all over my body. I mean, can you imagine? Can you imagine being the mother to the Savior of the world? Can you imagine the feelings Mary must have felt when she was told of her immaculate conception? Can you imagine the joy she felt when she gave birth to that perfect baby; and the amount of agony she felt watching him get tortured and crucified?

“Did you know that your baby boy has come to make you new?
This child that you’ve delivered, will soon deliver you.”

I know that I did not give birth to baby Jesus; but as a mother, I can’t help but feel that my daughter’s birth was still miraculous. That by bringing her into this world, my entire world has been altered. That her existence has completely redefined mine. That she saved me; gave me hope and a purpose. I realize these are all feelings and expressions. They pale in comparison to giving birth to a baby who would grow up, live a sinless and perfect life, only to sacrifice himself to save the entire world. To give the world hope. To show the world love. To reflect the very likeness of God himself.

But this certainly makes me step back and reflect. What if my greatest gift/contribution to the kingdom of heaven will not be something I do – but someone I will raise? What if God uses me to raise and equip someone who will one day change the world? Mary certainly did not know all that the future held when she placed that little babe in a manger.

“Did you know that your baby boy has walked where angels trod?
And when you kiss your little baby, you have kissed the face of God”

That, right there. Chills. One of my very favorite things about my daughter is the outpouring of love she has begun to show. She will be playing and running around when all of a sudden she will walk over to me, snuggle in my lap and give me a big kiss right on the lips. Nothing melts my heart more. Except this – the power and authority that Mary cuddled in her lap. The lips she kissed were the very lips that spoke this entire world into existence.  I say all the time – “many would say it is I who gave my daughter life. but, man, it is quite the contrary”. This sounds so cliché (even though it is truly how I feel). But, wow. This couldn’t be more true for Mary.

“Did you know that your baby boy is heaven’s perfect Lamb?

This sleeping child you’re holding is the great I am.”

 I know we as mothers think we have the most perfect children. Our hearts were made to feel that way. They were made to look down at these tiny little human beings that represent 1/2 of you and 1/2 of your significant other and think there is no possible way you could love them more. That every tiny expression, every word that they learn and song they sing is just the most amazing thing. I sit and rock my daughter every night. We read a book and then we pray together. Every single night, as I peek open with one eye to see her watching me as I talk to God, I am so overcome with the miracle that her life is. But the word ‘perfect’ takes on an entirely different meaning when thinking and speaking about Jesus. Mary held a babe in her arms that the entire world would adore and kneel to. That thought is too great for my mind to grasp. 

So, to get our hearts ready for this week and weekend, I invite you to take a minute and just listen. To the song that’s written about the mama and the baby that makes this entire season possible.

From my family to yours – Merry Christmas and a very blessed New Year!! <3


  1. Momma Brown

    May we all take some time this week to really meditate on the real meaning of Christmas. We as parents pale in comparison to Mary and Joseph as far as being the parents of Jesus. But I believe with all my heart that God entrusts our children to us to prepare them to go out and “change their world”!!! Wherever that is for each of them. He expects us to teach them about why He came as a babe and that he came to die for us. We get so wrapped up in the busy lives we lead each day and forget the most important things. Give your babies and family the best Christmas gift of all…the truth about the Babe in the manger!!! Merry Christmas my dear daughter ❤️️

  2. That song really touched me last Advent when I was pregnant with my first. She was born Dec. 20 and I could not get over the symbolism. I tried to imagine how Mary might have felt, but of course couldn’t because my pregnancy and birth wasn’t miraculous as her’s was. But to try to imagine what it might have been like to have a sweet vulnerable newborn be God incarnate – crazy to think about! This Christmas, now that my little girl is a year old, it’s even stranger to think that Mary raised Jesus, wiped his butt, fed him at all hours, was the same kind of mother you and I are to our children.

    One thing lots of people get confused and I only realized recently: immaculate conception is Mary’s conception within her mother Anne, not Jesus’ conception within Mary. It seems to me they should have come up with a less ambiguous name for that.

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