To Be Loved

The first Sunday of Advent.

Advent.

My favorite season in the Christian calendar. My favorite time to read and reflect. Advent is a season full of hope, expectation, and longing.

And what exactly am I hoping for, expecting, and longing for?

Maybe just love.

After an excruciating and heartbreaking year, I think I just want to be loved. To be chosen and cared for. To be looked after. To not be tossed aside or forgotten. To be the one worth fighting for. To mean almost everything to someone else.

I want someone to hold me close and tell me that it’s all going to be ok. I want someone to be my crutch on my tiring days and someone to be my friend on my most exciting days. Someone to call on my way home after finishing a 9-hour Black Friday shift at Madewell. Someone to tell stories about wild times at preschool to. Someone to help me fold laundry.

This advent season, I just need someone there.

Because advent to me is a time of hope and sparkle. It’s when God gifted the thing He knew the world needed even when the world had no idea. The most perfect gift in the most unexpected of ways. It was the savior of the world born in a manger. Powerful and wonderful and amazing in the most unthought of way.

And I know God is still capable of it. I know that He does that in my life time and time and time again. Incredible things that I didn’t even know were possible. Opportunities presented that I didn’t even know I needed. Things in my life that God knew all along would be the absolute best for me so long as I just waited to receive it.

I’m ready for it.