Merry Christmas to all! Christmas Eve brings the end of Advent, which means "to come" or "to wait." I've appreciated that word in new ways this December, as we continue to wait for Kavya's passport.
I thought I might be kind of a wreck today -- when we received Kavya's referral in August of 2012, we never dreamed she would still be in India at this point. But I am unexpectedly okay, and even celebratory. I think there are a few reasons for that.
First, in the midst of our wait, I feel surrounded like never before by people who find themselves in heartbreaking circumstances. Parents watching their child slip further away into addiction, a husband watching as his wife enters the final months of her journey with cancer, a friend whose parents are both hospitalized and undergoing surgeries this week, a relative battling crippling depression. I am hyper-aware of people dealing with far more difficult things than waiting for their child's passport.
Second, I have been so loved and prayed for by so many people. Our friends, other adoptive mamas, our church, our families -- so many people are lifting Peter and me up in prayer.
And third, this unexpectedly long and difficult wait reminds me of the place and world that Christ entered. No one was expecting him -- the Jewish people had endured a few centuries when no prophets were speaking. His timing, at least for the unmarried Mary and Joseph, was pretty inconvenient (and downright scandalous). He arrived in a chaotic, overcrowded city that was occupied by foreign oppressors. Difficult circumstances, no doubt -- circumstances people endured with no end in sight.
Yet, to paraphrase Dr. Seuss, somehow or other, He came just the same! No matter what is happening on our noisy, messy planet, or in our noisy, messy lives, He came to dwell among us -- the Word made flesh, the fulfillment of many promises, God with us. He really came here, and invites each of us to follow Him from the manger to the cross, to believe in the forgiveness, peace, and eternal life that is His alone to offer.
That's the main reason I am doing just fine -- no, the reason I'm joyful this Christmas. Even while missing my daughter (and wondering with the nuns do to celebrate Christmas with the children?), Christ is reason enough to have joy.