this has been the most beautiful season. i love Advent. i find and feel greater meaning with each Advent season that comes and goes and this one was especially poignant as i felt the anticipation of things to come in a particularly personal way.
i carried on with all my Advent traditions... writing pieces and waking up thinking about the coming of Jesus - the joy and sense of hope many people must have carried in their hearts with the looming mystery of his impending birth.
and then Christmas Eve rolled around. i woke up with extra butterflies. and all day i had them in my stomach. that excitement for mystery. i spent the day with my family and Angel's family. then that evening we went to the Christmas Eve service.
i put my hands in my arm when we sang O Holy Night because it's the most beautiful song and then i went to the bathroom when it all of it was over. when i came back up to the sanctuary (in a german church in chelsea that i have always found breathtakingly beautiful - where Angel & I wash feet on Ash Wednesday) i asked everyone where Angel was and my dad told me he was by the front but to go get him so we could leave.
Angel asked me to marry him and i said YES (on the same night 39 years ago - my parents were engaged!). so now, i continue on in this state of beautiful anticipation. where everything in my world seems just a little more magical, a little less annoying, and sleep is a little harder to make happen.
anais nin describes what i found in him pretty well:
i keep looking at my hand and thinking, "WHEN do i STOP looking at it!?" i keep looking at my fiance and thinking - thank you, Jesus.
i carried on with all my Advent traditions... writing pieces and waking up thinking about the coming of Jesus - the joy and sense of hope many people must have carried in their hearts with the looming mystery of his impending birth.
and then Christmas Eve rolled around. i woke up with extra butterflies. and all day i had them in my stomach. that excitement for mystery. i spent the day with my family and Angel's family. then that evening we went to the Christmas Eve service.
i put my hands in my arm when we sang O Holy Night because it's the most beautiful song and then i went to the bathroom when it all of it was over. when i came back up to the sanctuary (in a german church in chelsea that i have always found breathtakingly beautiful - where Angel & I wash feet on Ash Wednesday) i asked everyone where Angel was and my dad told me he was by the front but to go get him so we could leave.
Angel asked me to marry him and i said YES (on the same night 39 years ago - my parents were engaged!). so now, i continue on in this state of beautiful anticipation. where everything in my world seems just a little more magical, a little less annoying, and sleep is a little harder to make happen.
anais nin describes what i found in him pretty well:
I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naïve or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman.
i keep looking at my hand and thinking, "WHEN do i STOP looking at it!?" i keep looking at my fiance and thinking - thank you, Jesus.
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