The mystery of the incarnation fills my heart with wonder. These words of Augustine capture some of the wonder of it all.
“He so loved us that, for our sake,
He was made man in time,
although through him all times were made.
He was made man, who made man.
He was created of a mother whom he created.
He was carried by hands that he formed.
He cried in the manger in wordless infancy, he the Word,
without whom all human eloquence is mute.”
— Augustine in Sermon 188, 2