Disappointment. Sure, not every time. But if you’re expecting anything from anyone, you are at great risk for dissatisfaction. I mean, when does anything happen just like we hope? When do we get exactly what we’re wanting? For the past week, I’ve been seeking the Lord in how to expect, how to hope for, how to wait. For I recently lost what I was expecting, and I sigh and laugh a little as I realize the timing of my pain. For today begins a period of waiting, a season set a part to anticipate the arrival of a baby. It just won’t be mine. But instead, it’s ours! A baby that belongs to the whole world. The One born of flesh, but equal with God. The One who was rejected, yet welcomed all of creation. The One who came with wholeness to a broken world who needed Him. This baby was God coming to his people, to bring them back to Himself. The days leading up to his birth demand our attention. They ought to captivate our hearts with anticipation, mesmerize our souls with the joy that’s to come…and lead us to the humble places where he is sure to be born. I enter this 25-day pregnancy with a lot of hope this year. An Advent Season where I swell with trust, grow in faith. Where I wait in great expectation for this Christ to be born into all my present realities. For truly, He is the only one worth expecting, the only one who will not disappoint. Jesus, the hope of the Earth. He will always come.