It's 10pm* on a Saturday night. I'm in comfy PJs, chillin' at home.
I declined an invitation to go to a "kegger" by a coworker. Instead, I opted to hang out with Mart, Tom and the babe (which isn't unusual, I know) and spent a lovely evening at the beach, chatting and watching the babe totally love the waves and sand.
Last night, we went to the Christmas Story that my parish puts on every year. I wasn't able to go last year, as I was already back in DC for Christmas. It was beautiful! The kids were adorable. Baby Jesus did so good, until the angel handed Him (really He was a she!) to Mary. It was just precious. I mean, let's be honest, Jesus probably did a lot of crying, too, when He was a wee babe. The choir sounded amazing, per usual.
The families were buzzing all around.
That's what we think of this time of year, ya know? Family. And for us single people, when we are far away from family, it really stinks. We don't have the husband (or wife) with the kiddos of our own. We don't always have the option of going home, or going to where family is. It's reality.
So, our friends become our family. And Mart, Tom and the babe are my family. They are so much more than friends. I am so incredibly thankful that I have them in my life. I am so incredibly thankful to God every.single.day for allowing them to be so open and welcoming to me.
That's why I chose to spend the evening with them. I didn't want to go to a party, and maybe drink too much and be around people that I didn't know at all. I wanted to be with family that I love and that love me, especially during this very family-centered time.
Advent is such a special time. A time to prepare our hearts. For the joy and love of Christ. It's also so romantic and wonderful and magical, ya know? I let my mind wander a lot during this season. I have thoughts about meeting the perfect guy, having some magical kiss under the mistletoe, going on romantic dates, drinking hot chocolate blah blah blah. I get sucked into the sappy, romantic Christmas movies on Hallmark and Lifetime. Which then perpetuates my wandering mind of wishful thoughts that are so far from reality.
It makes me feel crazy, sometimes. It's a choice for me (allthetime) to not think about it. And, it's hard.
But, you know what? Just as Advent is a time for preparation... so is this time of singleness. There is so much joy and love and anticipation. It's not always easy to be purposeful during Advent, and neither is it always easy to be purposeful in my life in general. But, as we have talked about with NAS, there is so much that I can be doing now in this season of my life to prepare for the next. It only makes sense. We are always in some sort of preparation mode. If it's not preparing for a husband, it's preparing for a baby, if it's not that, it's something else. Ultimately, in all that preparation, we should be preparing our hearts, always, for Heaven.
And really... that's our ultimate goal. To prepare our hearts for Him.
*it's now 11. It took me a while to write this, what can I say?!