The sermon at church this morning was about Advent being a time of preparation and waiting. It made me think, because part of what makes this so hard is that I've done a lot of the preparation, and it feels like I've done that preparation for nothing. I declined to run again for my elected position so that I could free up time and be doing less traveling. I prepared my heart for a baby. I started to prepare my house by accepting baby things that a friend was getting rid of...which are now gathering dust in the attic. I worked on preparing my mind by learning more about pregnancy and childbirth. I work on preparing my body every month by checking when I'm ovulating and by not drinking for 2 weeks every month. And I work on preparing my body on a daily basis by trying to eat healthier and deal with my weight.
I feel like I've cleaned the house and decorated and made food for a party that in the end no one wants to come to. So I'm sitting at home alone while the food grows cold and the decorations wilt.
I'm trying to handle the waiting, but it's hard just like it was hard for the Jews in the days of Isaiah when they were waiting and preparing for something they never got to see and benefit from. I keep praying for patience and peace, but I don't even get a prophet telling me that it will eventually come.