For unto us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the government will be on his shoulders. And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace. Isaiah 9.6
Think about it: Have you ever waited expectantly for something to happen? What were you waiting for? How did you feel while you waited? What did you do while you were waiting?
I remember waiting expectantly for church Christmas plays, Christmas vacation – two blissful weeks of no school, no recess and no classmates – Christmas Day itself, birthdays and summer breaks when I was a child. I got to play Mary one year when I was in the fourth grade for our church production of the Christmas story and I remember each moment very fondly.
Donning the long tunic that would be my costume, the hair cover and head band to hold it in place, and letting my fourth grade teacher “primp” my hair so it lay evenly over my shoulders. I couldn’t wait to hold baby Jesus – well, a doll that symbolized him in the handmade manger prop we used.
Even though it was just a doll, I couldn’t wait to cradle him in my arms.
Years have passed since that Christmas in 1994 and I find myself still expectantly waiting for things to happen in my own life.
The discovery of my career – that which I want to do the rest of my life.
A husband
Children
Financial stability
A house of my own
The list goes on.
But, even more than all of those things, I find myself waiting more and more expectantly for the return of Jesus. In year’s past, it’s at Christmas that this truth becomes more of a reality for me as I expect to discover some new nugget of truth in regards to his life here on earth. I’m hoping that it will continue to ring true moving forward from this moment, no matter the time of year.
I’m not sure what that holds for me this year, but I will expectantly wait for Jesus to teach me something through his miraculous and wonderful entrance into our lives.