On a friend's blog this week, I commented that in Advent the yearning for happy endings comes so strong that it feels like grief. Perhaps my ongoing infirmities are affecting my emotions, but I feel that especially this year, and it's leaving me a tough melancholy, wistful. Is anyone else sensing that in their Christmas preparations?
Charles Wesley captures this in his Advent hymn, "Come, Thou Long-Expected Jesus":
Come, Thou long-expected Jesus,
Born to set Thy people free;
From our fears and sins release us;
Let us find our rest in Thee.
Israel's Strength and Consolation,
Hope of all the earth Thou art;
Dear Desire of every nation,
Joy of every longing heart.
Born Thy people to deliver,
Born a child and yet a King.
Born to reign in us for ever,
Now Thy gracious Kingdom bring.
By Thine own eternal Spirit
Rule in all our hearts alone;
By Thine all-sufficient merit,
Raise us to Thy glorious throne.
This Friday has me holding longings, both sublime and ridiculous:
longing for freedom;
longing for release from fears and sins;
longing for rest, Strength, Consolation,
longing for Hope;
longing for the Desire of every nation, the Prince of Peace;
longing for Joy;
longing for His Kingdom;
but also longing for a decent hair day (thicker hair period, while we're on the subject);
longing to look nice for my husband's work Christmas party tonight;
longing for time and a comfortable position to read the books sitting neglected;
longing for sweet coffee with cream and something chocolate on the saucer;
longing for brilliant ideas for the 3 gifts left to procure;
longing for my ankle to heal;
longing for the ache in my ribs to let up;
longing for subtraction rather than addition of medical concerns;
longing to see and hug my Nonni, sister, and little nephews;
longing for shalom, peace, wholeness, in body, soul, spirit, and relationships;
and through it all, longing for Jesus, the answer to all our longings.