A few weeks ago, my husband Joseph and I embarked on a long journey from our home in Nazareth, Galilee, to Joseph's home town Bethlehem, Judea. We traveled with only a donkey and a few belongings, and when we arrived in Bethlehem, we found that all the inns were full. At the time, I was very pregnant and I needed a place to sleep. After multiple hours of looking for a place to stay, we found a stable, and made it our home for a few days. While staying in the stable, I went into labor and there was no time to move into a nicer area. Our baby was born in a stable, on a stack of hay, and that night he fell asleep to the sound of cows mooing and sheep bleating. I named the little boy, Jesus, just as the angle had told me. I am overwhelmed and overjoyed at the sight of him, and I can already tell that he will someday make a terrific leader for us to follow.
It must have been a long journey to Bethlehem. I'm glad you made it there alright. I wish I was there to see our savior as a baby.
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