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8 months and Advent

December 24, 2010

A little over a year ago, I made my first blog entry on this very beach. At the time we had no clue we’d be semi-living here, and not in my wildest dreams did I think we’d still be waiting for a referral.

But, here we are….watching the waves crash, enjoying the warm weather, having mashed plantains instead of mashed potatoes, and still dreaming of our little girl.

It seems fitting our waiting is coming to an end (we hope) during the Advent season. It wasn’t so long ago I learned Advent means “coming”, so we wait with expectation for what’s to come. My heart has ached with anticipation of this little girl, and my need for her to be here.

To be honest, I’m ashamed. In my own desire, my own need, my own want. In my anticipation and hope. I have conveniently forgotten the heartbreak, the hunger, the pain of another mother, thousands of miles away, whom during the coming of her own child realized she couldn’t care for her.

And if I was truly transparent, I would tell you, that during my selfish yearning and desire. I haven’t really let my head think of THE mother, who waited for THE child to come. A woman, not to far from where my little girl waits. Who braved judgement and the elements, to give birth to a child. A Son, who would never be hers, but would be a Saviour to all.

So today I will enjoy my children, i will hold them tight. We will pray for a little girl, and her mother. We will sit tonight and reflect on their sacrifice. We will focus on hope, peace, joy, and love. Then we will eagerly antcipate Christ, as we wait for things to come.

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