Our oldest daughter, Lillian, will have her first baby soon. We’re thrilled beyond words. Visions of holding and rocking the little one to sleep, buying adorable farm-inspired outfits, and taking the baby for rides in tractors and the combine fill our conversations.

What blows me and my husband, Terry, away is the proliferation of “must-have” newfangled baby equipment compared to when Lillian was born. Social media, friends and Amazon push indispensable shopping lists. I remind Lillian that she turned out just fine with the basics, including an oak crib bought from a family friend, Winnie the Pooh bedding, a stroller, changing table, walker and highchair.

Considering the impending Christmas season, I’m struck by the beautiful simplicity and awe of Jesus’ birth. His mother, Mary, was just a teenager when an angel told her she was “highly favored” by the Lord. Imagine an angel coming to speak to you! Mary was not to be afraid yet was told she’d bear a child, a son, and give him the name Jesus.

There was no gender-reveal event, baby registry at Target or Walmart, elaborate baby shower with pink or blue decorations, or nursery set up with the latest baby decor. Mary did the best she could in her austere circumstances: a stable at an inn.

She laid him in a manger — presumably a rough, weathered, wooden feed trough used for livestock. Jesus, the Son of God, the Prince of Peace, Immanuel, God with us — laid in a manger. Simplicity, praise and worship at its best.

“Glory to God in the highest, and on Earth, peace to men on whom his favor rests.” This scripture from Luke 2:14 speaks volumes about the true message of Christmas.

Hayhurst writes from Terre Haute, Ind.