But it's also been a little harder than normal. This Christmas I think about the orphans all over the world waiting for a family. And especially one little guy who I know practically nothing about - I have no idea what he looks like or when his birthday is or specifically where he lives. But there is a place for him in our hearts and our home already. And the days of waiting seem to be getting harder and harder. I know that God is faithful and loving and has a perfect plan that is way bigger than us and what we want. And I trust that He has all the tiniest details figured out flawlessly. This is definitely not all about us and our timing, but that doesn't mean it isn't hard sometimes. I have been known to get very discouraged and annoyed when a phone call comes in from a number that might possibly be our adoption agency calling with info on a referral, that is instead some sort of survey or telemarketer. Instead I am the "lucky person chosen to be part of their survey". No thank you. And yes, I've signed up for the no call list, but apparently these surveys don't count. Boo.
But I've also learned some new things and seen Christmas in a different way this year. It's amazing to me how God can use a story about Jesus' birth that I've known as long as I can remember and still teach me new stuff every year. So here's some stuff I've been learning and thinking about lately -
This advent season I have been understanding the waiting that Isreal was feeling. I never really thought much about just how long the world was waiting for a Savior. And they had been promised over and over again that he was coming, but they weren't told how long they had to wait so I can understand the doubts and fears. The words from the Christmas carols "Come Thou Long Expected Jesus" and "O Come, O Come Emmanuel" have jumped out at me like never before. Lines like "From our fears and sins release us; Let us find our rest in Thee". "Hope of all the earth thou art; Dear Desire of every nation, Joy of every longing heart." And I am loving "O Holy Night" even more than usual. Stuff like this line "The King of kings lay thus in lowly manger, In all our trials born to be our Friend. He knows our need-to our weakness is no stranger. Behold your King, before Him lowly bend!"
This year I've also related to the wisemen. They headed off to a place far away and they weren't even exactly sure where they were headed. They followed God's leading (in their case, the star) and went wherever it led, however fast -- or slow -- it seemed to be taking them to find this little boy, and in whatever direction it led. They must have wanted more information about their itinerary, or more information about this baby king and his family, or what he looked like, or maybe a more specific gift to bring. I guess it's a good thing gold, frankincense, and myhr fit all sizes since it took so long to get there; that newborn stuff sure wouldn't have fit! Maybe that's just my way-off-track interpretation but I sure think they followed what seemed crazy at times for a previously undisclosed amount of time before finally getting to meet Jesus. I guess that's hope for me to continue this journey however long and wherever exactly it takes us.
I also thought about how Jesus was born - in a stable, with animals. Not exactly the birth plan Mary probably had in mind. Unlike the kids' Little People Nativity set, I'm pretty sure the hay was poopy and the place didn't smell that nice or look that neat. Like the sermon we heard on Sunday reminded me, we have kind of turned Jesus' birth into a fairy tale that is all nice and makes us feel cozy. But that's not really how it was. Back in the days of NICU when we left our two babies and went home each night, I would meet mommies and newborns heading for home pretty much daily during our walks to and from the parking garage at the hospital. And I also got my fair share of glances of very newborn babies cuddled up with their mommies being rolled from delivery to their rooms and they didn't even need any cords. And I longed for the day that we would have our "normal" pregnancy and birth. I so just wanted something to be normal. But slowly that dream has faded, and I have realized that God has a different plan for us this time too. No newborn baby, but instead an adventure to meet a little boy that we will learn to know and love not from inside my tummy but in our hearts instead. Jesus didn't join his earthly family in the "normal" way, so we don't need "normal" either.
And I've learned that Christmas isn't about the super- happy, excited celebrations and warm fuzzy feelings we're supposed to have. It's ok that there are moments when my heart breaks for the babies lying in cribs just waiting for someone to come get them and love them. And for all that is just not right in this world. The sadness at the evil and heartbreak all around. It isn't how it was supposed to be. But someday Jesus will come back and make it all right. Someday - we're waiting for that too. Our pastor preached on Matthew 2 last Sunday - the story where Herod kills all the baby boys in Bethlehem age 2 and under - hoping to kill Jesus. I had kind of forgotten about that part of the story - they don't have murdered little boys as part of the nativity set to remind me. Not that they should, boy would that be tough to explain to toddlers - but it is part of the story. There was evil then and evil now. And Jesus came here - all the way down to this so imperfect earth - to come and take us home. To save us. He had a plan all along, and he made sure that Jesus was safe to be able to fulfill that plan. The angel told Mary and Joseph to escape and Jesus' life was spared. So, God's plans can't be messed up - not by Herod or by anything or anyone else. That's comforting, even if it doesn't always feel that way. So even though this Christmas I'm missing someone we haven't even met yet, I am reminded that God knows him and has a plan that can't be messed up. It's a good thing Christmas isn't about those warm fuzzy feelings but about worshipping and praising the God of the universe who cared enough about each one of us to share his only son with us. To not leave us as orphans, but to carry out his plan to save us and take us home to a place where someday all will finally be perfect and peaceful. No more tears, worries, or frustrations.
So that's some of what I've been thinking. That got long - wow, my brain has been busy!! I guess I'm focusing on some of the not-so-perfect parts of the story. God used them all. And I am so thankful that he did. They were all important details to his plan. And I'm so thankful that he gave us the best Christmas gift we could ever, ever get in Jesus. So I'll be singing joyfully and praising my wonderful Savior for his gift of hope, even if there are moments when tears creep in. Hoping that you can do the same this blessed Christmas.
"Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we; Let all within us praise His holy name. Christ is the Lord! O praise His name forever! His pow'r and glory evermore proclaim!!!
From "O Holy Night"







