When our pastor stopped at our pew a few minutes before the start of the Midnight Mass last night and asked, “Would your daughter like to carry Baby Jesus in the procession?” I did not hesitate.
“Why yes, she certainly would!” I replied, and then turned to sweet Gabby who was doing her very best to be up to the moment in spite of her tendency toward shyness.
I whispered her through the basics and told I would walk her to the sacristy and stay there with her until the procession started. She put on a brave smile.
I worried a bit, but I need not have. Gabby was more than up to the task.
She carried Baby Jesus with tender care and presented him to Father with solemnity and grace. I can’t take any credit for that, though. Her confidence was not boosted by my words or presence. It was her older sister who made all the difference.
“It’s a good thing …” she whispered to her little sister as we left the pew, “your hair looks fabulous!”
Good thing, indeed. Sometimes all a girl needs to be ready to carry the Prince of Peace is to be reminded that she is having a good hair night.
That is so sweet, what a awesome big sister! Fabulous hair indeed.
She looks lovely. (I’ve been particularly grateful for sisters this Christmas!)
My Blessings and May the love and peace of Living God guide ur two loveely daughters and also my the Lord fill them with His wisdom and good future.