Shhhh. It's a baby.

In a couple weeks, we are going to have a very full house of adults and one tiny baby. The first grandbaby. The first niece. Bless her heart.

We live in a smaller space and I'm already practicing noise control.

"Boys, ShHhh. It's a baby."

Have you ever walked into a room where you didn't know there was going to be a sleeping newborn?

It is eerily quiet and everyone looks up with big eyes and points and silently mouths: "the baby."

There is nothing like a baby to quiet a space. It's impossible to not whisper around a sleeping baby.

Shhhh. It's a baby.

It's been a noisy year.

I'm about to deactivate my social media again. And as we head into the Christmas season, I'm tempted to turn around real quick and whisper, "Guys. Shhhhh. It's a baby."

Because that's the way He chose to come.

As a baby.

As if to hush the room.

To hush the world.

Shhh.

Pay attention.

You are gonna miss Him if you're looking for the loudest voice or the largest bank account.

Shhh. It's a baby.

You can debate biblical interpretations all day long, but if you guys keep screaming at each other, you're gonna miss this.

Because shhhh. It's a baby.

There will be days for temple teaching, wave calming, cross-bearing, and death defeating.

But at Christmas time, we get to remember how He came.

We get to remember how He fills a room.

People of God.

Shhhh.

It's a baby.