Luke 2:6 And while they were there, the time came for her to give birth.
After all of the prophesy, all of the build up, all of the preparation; the time came for Jesus to be born into the world as a child. The second person of the Trinity, God the Son, became a helpless baby boy. He humbled Himself to the point of becoming a newborn infant to a poor teenage girl.
Though descended from the line of a king, He stepped out of eternity to become a servant. That baby who so desperately depended on His mother for life had created life from the very beginning. He, the Father, and the Spirit set it up so that at just the right time, He would enter into time and space and become one of us.
We may think today that we wish he’d have been born in our own time so that we could literally walk with Him as the disciples did, but that’s not how it was meant to be. The plan from the very beginning included that day, at that time, in that stable, to that mother, under that star. The inn? He was never going to be born in an inn. The trip to Bethlehem? He wasn’t to be born in Nazareth. That wasn’t the plan. He came at just the right time. And we should thank God that He did.