Have you ever thought about how Jesus was like as a baby? Being God incarnate, He could have been the most beautiful baby that has ever and will ever exist. A perfectly proportioned face. Smooth, unblemished skin. A warm shade of tan. Soft, wispy strands of hair. Ruddy cheeks. He'd be the type of baby that always laughed, always had a smile on his face, and who you'd want to smother with kisses and hugs every moment. He could have been the easiest baby to care for.
Considering Jesus came to save the world though, I picture He wanted to blend in, to be the unlikely hero. Maybe He didn't look as perfect as the paintings depict. Maybe he had one ugly, glaring feature that made Him more human, more relatable to those homely followers. Maybe Jesus was one of the most difficult babies in the world. What if He cried several times in the night, usually right after Mary had drifted to sleep, as if to ask her, "How much are you willing to serve Me?" He could have tried Mary's patience dozens of times, causing her to remind herself she had the King of Kings in her midst. But just an intense glaze of adoration and peace into Mary's eyes would have made all the trouble worthwhile.
I'm sure Jesus had a gravitational pull to Him, even as a baby. Mary would love to spend time with Him and couldn't bare to be apart for a minute. I'm sure He loved being surrounded by nature, being reminded of His Father's creations. He probably seemed pensive at times, acutely aware of everything that occurred around Him. I'm sure He still possessed a beautiful smile and hearty laugh.
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