Christmas.
It’s always been a favorite, but the last few years, it has taken an even deeper hold on my heart.
I’ve always been a hoper. A dreamer. An optimist. However you label it, I’ve always looked toward the future and dreamed about what could be. I think Christmas is the perfect season to look toward the tomorrow. Maybe that’s why I love it so much.
It’s no surprise I have multiple favorite Christmas songs, but “O Holy Night” ranks high on the list. One of my favorite lines, “A thrill of hope, a weary world rejoices.”
I long to have a family of my own. To have someone choose me above everyone else, to love me and want to spend their life with me. It’s one of the deepest desires of my heart. I have managed to hold on to hope that I will someday experience being loved and chosen that much while still on earth. At Christmas, I always seem to have even more hope that my earthly love story will happen soon.
But that’s one of the best parts of Christmas, right? Hope. Hope because a child born to a virgin will save the world. Hope that through his life and death and resurrection, we are loved and known wherever we are in life.
I am already loved and known. I am already chosen and adored. Someone already wants to love me all of my days. I will remain single until I meet a man that, too, finds his hope in Jesus.
This world is so weary, maybe even a bit more so for a single 37-year-old woman. But I will forever rejoice and hold onto a thrill of hope because as much as I want a husband and a family, I want Jesus more.