It wasn't silent. It wasn't calm. Or clean. Or easy. Young girl. Dirty cave full of moldy straw and animals. Their noise, her noise.
Young girl. No midwife. No familiar female face for advice. Just the knowledge that she was chosen.
Then the noise of a baby. It was beautiful. It was sweet.
God entered the world in an unusual, beautiful, humble way.
Please take the next two weeks and focus on this beauty. Let it fill your mind and heart in preparation for Christmas morn. Remember the Child that came for you.