The Innkeeper's Wife: Story of Christ's Birth

This little story of the Birth of Jesus, told by the Innkeeper's Wife was recently read in one of our Sunday meetings. I knew I wanted to share it....as my Christmas testimony of the Savior's Birth.

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For generations, my husband's family have been keepers of an inn here in Bethlehem. And now, together, we do the same. Ours is a small inn, humble and unpretentious; nevertheless, it is as clean as we can make it. It is not a large town, this Bethlehem of Judea, endeared to Jewish hearts as the birthplace of David and that of the prospective Messiah.

When came the time of the tax rolls, the proclamation of Caesar Augustus that there shall be a taxing, sleepy Bethlehem was not itself. It's quiet streets were choked with dust and filled with the voices of tired, hurrying people. Though our inn was filled to the rafters, I escaped for a moment to my yard. I stood, gazing down the street, studying the faces. I saw a donkey being led by a strong young man. He was obviously fatigued and yet, different somehow. There was pride in that face. And dignity. He was a poor man and yet, I have seen passing my door great men of the world, with much less nobility. And then I saw the face of the young woman riding the donkey, exhausted and great with child. If the man leading the animal had about him an air of royalty, this surely was a queen. Her face was drawn with fatigue and her simple robes. powdered with a light fine dust, and yet there was no trace of discontent, no shadow of complaint, no faint inclination to murmur. Slowly they came closer and stopped before me. Quietly the young man asked for lodging and my heart fell. The couple drew from me a desire to comfort and serve. I knew that within that hot, crowded, noisy and odorous inn there was no room, no single corner fit for the birth of a child--any child--especially this child. My mind raced. My own room? Impossible. It was crowded already with my own children and members of my family that had come to pay that same tax. The sheds behind the inn? No. But, there was a stable, the shelter we kept for our animals in the recesses of the hills behind the inn. There would be clean sweet straw, open areas to admit freshness and light, but most of all, peace and privacy. And so it was to a humble stable I led them-these two extraordinary young people. I then left them to rest and returned to my work at the inn.

Evening came, and following it, the night. That night. The night foretold for centuries, hoped for. Prayed for. For on that night made glorious by a burning and brilliant star was born in my stable-the son of God, the redeemer of all mankind, the Savior of the world, Jesus Christ. I saw him, lying still and small, in a common manger. I stood by while humble shepherds bore witness that it was indeed the Messiah. I stood in the shadows and gazed at the radiance of his person, the indescribable look of joy, peace, and love that transfigured the face if his mother and that of Joseph. I was there. I saw him.

{source unknown....but thank you whoever you are!}

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I have been so missing in action with regard to social media.
I told someone today that I got nothing done this morning except feedings, bath time, diaper changes, cuddles and more feedings. And, she said....you got the important things done!
Thanks for the reminder.

Here is an update on Little Missy:
She is curious and crawling all over the place.
She thinks the word 'no-no' is funny.
I say no no to the dog food...she laughs.
I pull her away from my office printer and she giggles.
She is 'sugar and spice' all wrapped up in one beautiful package!
She is starting to settle in but screams whenever someone comes over to our house.
I think she fears that she is going to be taken again and it breaks my heart.

Little Mister is all about sleeping, eating and pooping. All.Day.Long.
True to form for a 9 week old.
He is chunking up.
His cheeks are delicious and his favorite place to sleep is on mine or Dave's chest.
When we first got him, he hated bath time....now he loves it!

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We hope you have a wonderful Christmas. That you take time to ponder Jesus Christ's birth.
It is our hope that we can remember Christ's perfect example and try just a bit to emulate it.
To have his countenance in our image as we strive to be like Him.

Merry Merry Christmas!

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  1. Such a beautiful story, April. A tender reminder of what this holiday is really about.

    And oh my goodness...these little babes you are caring for now are so, so precious! I know you must be loving the cuddle time with them. What an amazing blessing to have them in your home.

    I hope you and your family have a blessed, happy and joyous Christmas holiday...


  2. Thank you for sharing the story. I have read it many times, but especially this morning!

    Bless you and your family for taking in those two precious angels. They are beautiful! I know they will bless your life as much as you will bless theirs!

  3. Your little ones are adorable! I am so happy that you have the little ones used to you and adapting so well!

    Merry Christmas to you and yours!

  4. I adore what you and your generous family are doing with two sweet new babies! Merry Christmas!

  5. seems like you are settling into your new rhythm well! love that you are opening your home and especially to someone who needs your expert knowledge of S.B. Great job lady!! My little man wore your apron I bought from you at the queen bee the other day. i mentioned you in the post. Merry Christmas! (maybe santa will bring you a good night's sleep!! and me too!)


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