Anticipation

As the advent season unfolds..we are waiting…anticipating…. trusting and remembering. There are a number of things in my life that are very unsettled and I can’t do much about any of them. I have to wait and pray and keep asking for more faith.

The other morning I was listen to my favorite Christmas hymn ” Come o Come Emmanuel ” and looking out the window at the beauty of our area. Suddenly I felt like I was transported back to that time when the Jews were awaiting their Messiah. I felt a sense of joy and anticipation..something special was in the air and I could hardly wait to see what would happen next.

If only I had been alive back in that day.. to have walked on the earth when Jesus came. Imagine seeing Him and hearing Him. Maybe it was my Jewish genes acting up.. I felt such a longing to be near Him.

The moment passed and we went to church..there it was.. that song again.

“O come, O come, Emmanuel
And ransom captive Israel
That mourns in lonely exile here
Until the Son of God appear
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
Shall come to thee, O Israel.”

So here we are 2000 years later..singing and waiting..longing for more of Him.

 

5 thoughts on “Anticipation

  1. Thanks Alicia,

    This post is wonderful.

    Just the other day, I was thinking the same thing, how wonderful it would be to just know Him in a way that at this time we can’t, to be in the crowd waiting for him to come along the path after hearing so much about him. To wait with bated breath to see if you could catch his eye, get close enough that he would notice you or see his face when he interacted with others.

    I imagine it’s a longing born of love and the desire to see Him in a way we never have, which may be just what He has coming around the corner!

    Blessings,
    Sarah

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