It is Advent Season.
Advent. To tell you the truth, I’d never paid much attention to it. Until this year. Amelia is teaching me about Advent.
Advent is about waiting. It is about anticipation. Until recently, I’ve always found it difficult to “anticipate” Christmas day in a religious sense. I can anticipate it for the fact that we see family, or seeing Caroline’s face light up at the wonder of Santa. You have to admit that Christmas as we know it is pretty magical, even for those who only celebrate it in a secular sense. So call me a heathen, but my anticipation of Christmas hardly differed at all from that of someone who is not a Christian.
But lately, I have begun to understand how believers felt 2,000 years ago as they clung to a promise without understanding when or how it would be fulfilled. As my heart aches to be united to my daughter, ancient believers’ hearts must have ached as the promised Messiah did not come for hundreds of years. I can understand how their faith must have been tested; God strengthened them and helped them continue to believe – even when it appeared as though He had stopped working.
And finally, when they least expected it, and in the least likely way, their Savior came. After all of that talk of Rulers and Kingdoms and Princes, a low class infant was born in a barn. Jesus spent thirty years as a carpenter before He really began to show the world who He was. Our promised daughter will also come to us, but it will only be a dim reflection of the greatest Promise ever fulfilled.
So here I am… welcoming Advent during my own season of waiting. I now know what it is to wait on God. I now know how it feels to cling to a promise without having its fulfillment in sight. My wait for Amelia helps me wait for Jesus. On Christmas Day, regardless of where we stand with our adoption, my heart will rejoice that the greatest Promise of all was finally fulfilled at the perfect time… through the birth of our Savior. And while my heart still aches for some smaller (baby girl) promises to be fulfilled here on earth, I realize that my greatest anticipation should be for Jesus’ return.
Come Jesus, come.