My daughter and I used to spend a lot of time in the car. Some of the time this was wonderful. We’d sing songs, talk about our day, tell stories. We had a little game we played called Miss Mouse. When the little one in the backseat got tired of what we were talking about she’d loudly say “Knock Knock”. I’d ask and she’d say it was Miss Mouse at the door. We’d role play our way through tea parties and shopping trips. We’d invite friends to come along. Miss Birdy sometimes joined us.
Sometimes the long car rides were not so good. More so at the end. I was really really sick of driving. She was sick of riding. Miss Mouse was bored.
Living so far out of town, there were several routes home. Our two most used paths we referred to as the Train Way and the Baby Jesus way. The train way sometimes meant you got lucky enough to be stopped to watch a train go by. The Baby Jesus way was so named because at Christmas time one of the neighbors on the 11 mile stretch that followed the river up stream had a Christmas light decoration that included a star, Mary, Joseph and baby Jesus. It was a nice way to finish the day.
This Christmas decoration is the only thing we miss about the drive. About a week before Christmas, my daughter mentioned this in one of our SHORT drives home. “Mom, I miss seeing the baby Jesus”. I agreed. We pulled into our neighborhood and there in the lawn next door was a full manger scene. Shepherds, angels, sheep, Mary, Joseph and a Baby Jesus.
Wow. He showed up.
Psalm 139: 7-10 Where can I go from your Spirit?
Where can I flee from your presence?
8 If I go up to the heavens, you are there;
if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.
9 If I rise on the wings of the dawn,
if I settle on the far side of the sea,
10 even there your hand will guide me,
your right hand will hold me fast.
On Christmas day, we drove back up river. Our relatives still live next door to our old house. My daughter stood on their deck and waved at the new owners. The house looks great. They are bravely battling the pine needles and the decks were clear.
Driving home that night we went the baby Jesus way. Guess what. The lights were gone.
Looks like Jesus went with us. I think He has a way of doing that. Where we go, He goes. He’s a bit like Miss Mouse knocking at the front door.
Revelation 3:20 Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with that person, and they with me.