The smell of animal is strong - constant rustling of hooves and sounds of cattle and goats fill the spaces between May's soft moaning. The torch flickers in the cool breeze, casting shadows along the wooden boards of the stalls. The cave walls radiate some heat from the day and the warmth for the animals give comfort.
The sky is lit up by so many stars tonight. I notice each night lately has been a bit more bright - tonight I can see easily around me.
"Joseph!"
"I'm here, Mary."
I walk over quickly to where my beloved is laying, propped up by sweet smelling hay and grasses - covered with some blankets we brought from home.
"Joseph - it hurts so" Mary whispered. "I'm know, Mary, I won't leave you."
I look up, "Lord, help us - show me what to do! Deliver Mary quickly and keep precious Jesus - Your Son, safe!"
Peace filled both our hearts - a smile on Mary's lips revealed promises kept and God's immediate help here.
She struggle still with the pain, trying to relax, holding tightly to my hand. I brushed the hair from her face and wiped the tears from her cheeks, "It will be over soon" I said softly.
Mary pointed to a bundle close by and I rose to get it. Inside I found fresh clothes for her, clean strips of cloth for the baby and soft blankets to wrap Him in. She had everything prepared.
I changed the straw beneath her and propped Mary up more so she could more easily bear down. Oh how I wish I could give her my strength!
Mary looked at me suddenly - "Joseph - the baby- now" she pants.
I move to her side and gently hold the baby's emerging head in my hand. Soft,wet curls spilled onto my palm.
I feel a hand on my shouder - giving me strength and confidence, helping me.
Slowly the baby's head is delivered, then one shoulder after the other. He looks at me! Is that a "thank you" I see, a glimpse of eternity and glory? I feel the hand on my shoulder give a gently squeeze. I dry him quickly, wrap him in a blanket and place him in Mary's arms.
Tears of joy drip onto my shirt as I sit there watching Mary tenderly look this wonderful baby over - counting finger and toes - running her hand along his back, his arms, his legs. He squirms and protests loudly!. Hungry? Cold? Mary gently wraps him in the strips of cloth and guides him to her breast. I lean over and cover them both carefully with my cloak.
Mary looks at me and we smile through our tears. Lifting our gaze upwards we praise God for His strength, safety, provision and Emmanuel - God, with us!
