Stuck on the Forgotten

So often I find myself thinking about the birth of Jesus and being stuck, I mean stuck, on one of the most forgotten people in this scripture. That inn keeper. Having nothing left. No room. No space. No place. No time to help this innocent, tired and scared couple who were soon to bear the Savior. Gosh I am so thankful that The Lord has put this man, or women, on my heart. This inn keeper reminds me of my heart when I was lost. No room for help. No space for anyone other than me. No place for change and no time to take a look at my soul. There I was.
Then came Jesus. Born of a women. In a barn because there was no room for Him.
Then came Jesus. Who made room in my heart to learn. Who made space in my life for redemption. Who took my place.
The birth of this tiny baby who knew just the time and the place that His beloved would run into his arms.
The birth of Jesus would happen no other way. And I am thankful for that. Thankful that he grabbed my heart and made it His,once again, through His own story.

"And she gave birth to her Son, her Firstborn; and she wrapped Him in swaddling clothes and laid Him in a manger, because there was no room or place for them in the inn" {Luke‬ ‭2‬:‭7‬}