It’s December 1st – the time to start all good Advent series! But this Christmas season, although I’m thoroughly enjoying reading my devotionals, I also want to capture some of the musings I’m having with the Lord.

I had a baby this year! For the past several months, my life has been full of bodily functions, birth, feeding and all things infant. So it hits a little differently when I think about The Word becoming flesh. God Himself came down – the Living Word that created all things – and burst into our world through…. a vagina? Wait, what?

What if that was supremely intentional, not just functional? What if that means that as women, He sees us as more than egg cartons?

What does it mean in Genesis 3:15 when it talks about the woman’s seed? Physiologically, women don’t have seed. They have eggs. Men have seed. Yet God specifically promised that her seed would crush the serpent’s head. Could it be that the seed of the woman is the Gospel itself? That the nature of our Good God and the Good News is written in our very frame?

Before you cry, “Heretic!” I’m not  talking about “The Divine Feminine” or “God is Woman.” But I am pushing against the general “mankind in the image of God” conglomerate. That’s not what it says. It says “male and female created He THEM.” That means that the female uniquely and distinctly reflects the nature of God in a way that is different from the way a male does.

Heck, salvation is summarized, “You must be BORN again.” Being born of the Spirit is a distinctly feminine image of God. Men don’t give birth. Women do.

So this year as I ponder the meaning of Christmas, surrounded by diapers and wearing baby spit, I want to look at what the feminine image of God looks like and how He sent the revelation of Himself – the Resurrection and the Life – through the body of a woman.