Dear 8 pounds 6 ounces new born infant Jesus, don't even know a word yet...

Yes. That is the title from Talladega Nights. And no, I am not Will Ferrell. Sorry. But it does relate to what was on my mind today. Does anyone ever wonder how Jesus was as a baby? I mean when do you think He was old enough to understand that He was God? Or did He know that He was God from the moment He was conceived? It's just flabbergasting.

Did He ever cry as a baby?

Did He ever get messy as a 2 year old?

Did He ever get zits as a teenager?

Did He ever question that He was God the way I question my purpose in this world???

I know He was fully human, 

but He was also fully God.

And God knows everything.

But was His human mind able to comprehend it all?

We weren't made to have the mind of God.

It says in the Bible that NO one will know the mind of God.

So did Jesus?

When did He come to realize that He was fully God and fully man?

We were all made for a purpose.

Every. single. one of us.

When did Jesus KNOW what His purpose was?

Did His PARENTS have to tell Him that He was the son of God?

I mean how do you tell your child,

"Hey Jesus. Daddy isn't really your father. You were immaculately conceived by the Holy Spirit."

Like did Jesus even know what "immaculately" meant when He was a child?

That's like one step up from telling your child that they are adopted.

Except your real Father is God.

I mean whose DNA did Jesus have?

What did His genetic makeup look like and did He have any of the physical traits of His parents?

These are the kind of questions that go through my head.

Like Jesus was ACTUALLY A PERSON.

Just like me and you.

And just as we will have bodies in heaven,

Jesus is sitting at the right hand of God right now,

and He STILL has those scars in His wrists.

Those holes from the nails.

You probably can see right through them.

Will we get to hug Jesus in heaven?

Will we be able to thank Him for His courage and His devotion, even to death on a cross?

I just can't wait!!!!

It's so exciting to think about.

I guess I can ask Jesus all of these questions when I get to heaven.

Maybe we can go get coffee at the Cafe de Angel or something.

I can meet His mom.

He can pull out the baby pictures.

I don't know.

But I can't wait to get to know Him better.

I have all eternity to do it.

Forever His,

Rachel