Always mesmerized by Christmas and all that it entails, my daughters have been playing with a set of nesting figurines that depict the story of the nativity. When we opened the box of decorations, Reese carefully pulled each character out from the previous, excited when she got to the center of it all: "It's Baby Jesus!"
She lined them up on a shelf for display. As I passed by the shelf over the next day, every so often I noticed that the dolls were in a different configuration. Then I noticed something else. Baby Jesus was missing.
We had lost God. That's never good.
I quickly searched under the couch and sifted through piles of toys to make sure that Baby Jesus didn't become a choking hazard or accidentally get sucked up in the vacuum. He was perfectly safe when I found Him. Brooke, sweet child that she is, obviously wanted our little Jesus to have better accommodations than His original lodging in the manger.