If Advent is waiting, then Beau understands Advent. Today he's waiting for Adam to come back home with Julia for Christmas break. He's pining. This spot on the back of the couch is his favorite perch.
We wait, as Mary and Joseph waited, for the arrival of the Christ Child. We wait in wonder and certainty; they must have been full of anxiety and weariness. But this year I wonder what it was like for Him ~ for the baby, waiting to erupt from the darkness of the womb. Like the amaryllis bulb I posted yesterday, a baby is ready, nearly ready, when will the hour come for him to burst forth into daylight, to bloom? He's pushing, twisting, uncomfortable, unwelcome where he is, not knowing where he's going. What was in the mind of God during those last days and hours before He came forth, surrounded by sheep poop and the songs of angels?