A Thrill of Hope


Out of the expansive collection of words in the English language, the best I'd use to sum up our current state is weary.

After a long day of flying over the summer, I spent the duration of my layover in Albuquerque glued to CNN. I'd drift in and out of sleep as details were relayed of the horrific movie theater shooting. It was when I think we all began to realize that hardly any places are a haven anymore.

I think of the day when Bryan and I have children and it seems a mystery as to how a lump wouldn't form in my throat every time they walk out the door.

Every time they are at a movie theater. The mall. Hair salons. Convenient stores.

To be unsuspecting anymore seems like the greatest of luxuries.

There's an anxiousness I just can't seem to shake from last weekend's events.

I had to stop trying to make sense of it all, and instead remember the joy and glory of anticipating the day when "He will wipe every tear from our eyes. When there will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain."

Our weary world will rejoice again. Even reading that now seems so far from the brokenness of the horror that keeps happening, but it's all the more reason to cling to what is good and true. We need to be reminded of the glorious significance of advent.

One of my favorite parts of this season is when my friends and I go to see Awaited at a church near our home.

It's a breathtaking perspective on the Christmas Story, and I leave every year so full of joy to be reminded of what the holiday really means for all of us.

The day after, Bryan and I had a few of our friends over for a low-key Christmas get together. I call it that (actually I kept calling it that and my friends were making fun of me) because I don't really do well with being a hostess. I feel an overwhelming responsibility to make sure everyone is having fun, and then it makes me too anxious to enjoy everyone's company.

So this year, we all sat around our table and just talked, laughed, ate, and drank. We were merry. It was relaxed. There weren't any bells and whistles. Just friends.

What was something you did to rejoice in this season? Tell me in the comments, or include a link to one of your blog posts. I'd love to read it!