Longing. A feeling that comes from the deep-rooted desire for something more. People long for different things: less stress, more money, more sleep…the list goes on and on. Children long for the joy of Christmas morning and the splendor of dreams fulfilled in pretty packages nestled under the tree.
At the root of all the reasons for which a person experiences a sense of longing is the deep desire for something more than what they see before them.
As I shared before, my family and I are anxiously awaiting to be chosen to adopt our third child. All that is left in our journey is for a mother to choose us. We have jumped through the hoops. We have signed the paperwork. We have prepared our home. Now, we prepare our hearts.
What comes with that? Longing.
We long for our child in the deepest places of our hearts. My husband and I share intense conversations interspersed with hopeful tears at the anticipation of what’s to come. People warn you about the waiting, yet no words can truly give this feeling justice. I can almost feel my next baby sleeping softly on my chest. Almost. I learned an awful lot about longing when I battled cancer, and I am learning even more about what it means to long for something as I wait patiently for our little one. I imagine there will be much more in my life that will teach me the gravity of longing.
Currently, the Knoxville Moms Blog family is facing a different kind of longing. Last week it was discovered that one of our fellow writer’s two-year-old son has a brain tumor. He underwent a difficult surgery this past Thursday and now we wait. We, alongside of his mother and family, are longing for good news. We are longing to hear the word ‘benign’ echoed to us in the coming days. Truth be told, by the time you read this, we will already know. We are also longing for his recovery and for his momma, daddy, and baby sister to be able to fully celebrate Christmas in their little family.
Please join us in prayer for this precious little boy and his family.
As I re-read my words, I realize this is heavy. Take heart! There is hope in our longing. As a Christian, I am always longing this time of year. It is a hopeful anticipation and an awe-struck longing for a tiny baby, born long ago in a manger. For this baby however, I do not feel a longing to hold him quietly in my arms. Rather, I feel a longing to be held in HIS.