*I apologise for the general messiness of this post, and the included rambling tangent. I'm a bit distracted today.
Advent is a happy time. It's a time of joyful expectancy and hard work, as aforementioned
But what makes me sadder (or, more mournful, maybe?) is the thought of how long I shall have to wait until in unity with Our Father in Heaven. I may live a long and arduous life before 'the fulfillment of all desires in the next', and it can be discouraging to think of how long it will be, and how many opportunities I will have to fail. I know that God is the only One who will ever satisfy the longing for eternity. It could be that this longing is similar to the sweet sound that calls the young sailors (only I've never been to the sea, nor do I have an acute desire to wear stripes and hoop-earrings), or not-altogether-unlike the feeling of being called to religious life. It's also sad to think that I won't be that person reserved for Christ and Christ alone; however, that sadness is nearly overridden by the wonder of knowing that there is an even better plan for me, through which I can better do the work I am meant to.
Ergo, it is very exciting to participate in this ongoing Advent, whether it be from the Inner Sanctum with a cuppa and computer, or from the rooftops. To each his/her own. There is an individual plan for this naive little girl.
And that, my mellons, is the best part of being (almost) Catholic.
Happy Advent. There is a certain joy and wonder in this Divine Plan.