The Christmas story says in Luke 2:6,7 “And while they were there, the time came for her baby to be born. She gave birth to her first child, a son. She wrapped him snugly in strips of cloth and laid him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the village inn.” A couple weeks before I delivered each of my babies, I cleaned everything in sight, and I tossed most of what I couldn’t clean. The “nesting” was a sign the end was close for me. I’m not sure Mary had anything to clean. Maybe she washed the manager or those strips of cloth. As the Christmas story is told, Mary, away from home, found no place to stay in the inn. Carrying the Son of God didn’t come with any cushy perks. Rather it seems like God didn’t prepare for Jesus’ birth on earth. No room, no baby shower, no pomp and circumstance. I wonder if Mary was confused by God or questioned why God didn't have a place for his Son to be born. Mary didn't get to read the story the way we do, and what we see today in our life's journey is not the big picture. Take hope knowing God’s ways are higher than ours. Trust God when there is no pomp and circumstance on your big day, and trust God when you don't understand his plan.