|She wanted to dress up like pilgrims|
Hope you all enjoyed lots of food, fun, and family. I can honestly say it was the most miserable Thanksgiving I have yet experienced. I certainly spent no part of the day giving thanks.
It was depressing enough that we weren't going to be with family this year. When my family wasn't going to have its annual get-together, Marc and I (along with another couple from church) decided to host students left in town.
However, the night before Thanksgiving, I woke up at 3am puking violently... along with other stuff. It was MIS-ER-A-BLE. And it didn't seem it would ever stop.
Yuck. But what would that mean for our guests who were scheduled to come eat turkey later that day? It meant poor Marc would somehow miraculously pull off all the cooking left AS I LAY IN BED UPSTAIRS TEXTING HIM INSTRUCTIONS. (Ha ha! And he did it! Way to go, Marc!)
Oh, but the smells of turkey and stuffing might just forever be ruined for me now...
It was quite painful for this extrovert to hear the laughter downstairs as I lay flat on my back in bed. Thankfully, I'm finally feeling better today (Saturday), but now Marc is camped out on the couch with the puke bucket ready-to-go at a moment's notice. Jameson seems to be battling yet another ear infection, and sometimes it feels as though this cycle of toil will never end.
Yes, I can honestly say this Thanksgiving STUNK. I had no food, no family, and no fun. As I lay there mindlessly scrolling my facebook newsfeed, seeing all the sweet pictures of families reunited only served to further remind me of my own isolation.
Tomorrow we're entering into the season of Advent. (It's the time leading up to Christmas where many Christians focus on the anticipation of a Savior, similar to how the people of the Old Testament looked forward in faith to the birth of Christ.)
Advent is the time where we, with hope, remember that we, too, are waiting for something better. Though our lives are filled with lots of yuck now, there will be a more glorious day ahead.
Our hearts are hungry. They yearn to be filled.
All signs show good things ahead.
We see it with our eyes.
We kneel at the oven door and feel its heat.
We can just imagine the taste upon our lips.
They're coming! The cookies are coming!
The anticipation builds with excitement.
I, in my Thanksgiving woe and misery, especially need this season of Advent.
Though things are hard now, and really hard now,
a yet more glorious day lies ahead.
Just as the cookies are in the oven, He is coming soon.
All of creation kneels down in anticipation.
So I'll wait for Him with patience.