I’ll be honest, I opened up WordPress at about 10 am this morning, determined to get this post written early.
It’s now 5:30 pm. Whee.
Hang on, I have to finish mixing the french bread for dinner.
Five hours later…
Oops. Looks like I did everything but this blog post this evening.
I won’t lie… I was pumped and ready to do this post this morning.
And then the day started, and things just kept happening.
We’re going on Day 4 of Hubby down with what we’re pretty sure is the flu.
nd we’re on to Day 3 of “Rebekah Sleeps on the Sofa In An Attempt to NOT Get the Flu” (so far successful).
I’m ready for Hubby to not be miserable.
And I’m ready to sleep back in my bed. At least we have a long enough sofa that I can actually stretch out all the way.
Did I mention that I got all the Christmas decor out of the attic on Friday, and our pre-lit tree that worked just fine last year… is now half-dead. I spent part of this evening changing fuses and fiddling with light bulbs, all to no improvement.
On this second Sunday of Advent, all I have wanted to do is sit down and cry.
Today’s song, O Come, O Come, Emmanuel, is a song of promise. Redemption hasn’t come yet. Israel is still in exile, and then they will be under Roman rule. The Messiah is a fanciful wish.
A wish with a promise.
Sometimes the promise is the hardest thing to remember, though, when you’re stuck in one hard or hopeless situation after another.
O come, Thou Day-Spring, come and cheer
Our spirits by Thine advent here
Disperse the gloomy clouds of night
And death’s dark shadows put to flight.
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
Shall come to thee, O Israel.
Tonight, O Come, O Come, Emmanuel is my wish, my hope, my prayer.
I will ransom them from the power of Sheol.
I will redeem them from death!
Death, where are your plagues?
Sheol, where is your destruction?
Hosea 13:14a WEB