The Wait Poem

I've not posted lately anything about our journey because I've been frustrated and the words weren't coming out right. Since our weekend trip, I've found rest and peace but that's not without confusion and frustration. A dear friend of mine contacted me last night saying that she went for her 1st ultrasound and they found nothing there but the egg sac. They told her that she could just be off in her weeks/days and that it was too small to see and that they would be monitoring her numbers throughout the week. She told me that she knows the truth in her heart that it's not numbers...
I wrestled with this all through the night last night to why this was happening to her (she and I have been trying for our 1st about the same amount of time and she's been an encouraging word, even though we've never met in person throughout it all) and why we were going through what we were going through also.
Next month, Oct. 16 to be exact, marks 1 year for us trying for our first baby and that breaks my heart. It really hit me hard the other day when we got home from our weekend getaway. 1 year?! I never thought this would be us going through this.

A lady that found a reply of mine to a post on another blog messaged me last night and mentioned this poem she had posted on her blog from the book Hannah's Hope and thought I should read it. The lady's name is Mandi and I am truly thankful for her encouraging words and told her that I had to post this to share with you.

The Wait Poem

Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried;
Quietly, patiently, lovingly, God replied.
I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate...
and the Master so gently said,"Wait."

"Wait? you say wait?" my indignant reply."
Lord, I need answers, I need to know why!
"Is your hand shortened? Or have you not heard?
By faith I have asked, and I'm claiming your Word.

My future and all to which I relate
hangs in the balance and you tell me to Wait?"
I'm needing a 'yes', a go-ahead sign.
Or even a 'no,' to which I'll resign.

You promised, dear Lord, that if we believe,
We need but to ask, and we shall receive.
Lord, I've been asking, and this is my cry:
I'm weary of asking! I need a reply.

Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate
as my Master replied again, "Wait."
So I slumped in my chair, defeated and taut,
and grumbled to God, "So, I'm waiting...for what?"

He seemed then to kneel, and His eyes met with mine...
and He tenderly said, "I could give you a sign.
I could shake the heavens and darken the sun.
I could raise the dead and cause mountains to run.

I could give all you seek and pleased you would be.
You'd have what you want, but you wouldn't know Me.
You'd not know the depth of My love for each saint.
You'd not know the power that I give to the faint.

You'd not learn to see through clouds of despair;
you'd not learn to trust just by knowing I'm there.
You'd not know the joy of resting in Me
when darkness and silence are all you can see.

You'd never experience the fullness of love
when the peace of My spirit descends like a dove.
You would know that I give, and I save, for a start,
But you'd not know the depth of the beat of My heart.

The glow of My comfort late into the night,
the faith that I give when you walk without sight.
The depth that's beyond getting just what you ask
From an infinite God who makes what you have last.

You'd never know should your pain quickly flee,
what it means that My grace is sufficient for thee.
Yes, your dearest dreams overnight would come true,
but oh, the loss if I lost what I'm doing in you.

So, be silent, my child, and in time you will see
that the greatest of gifts is to truly know me.
And though oft My answers seem terribly late,
My most precious answer of all is still "WAIT".


This poem reminded me why we're going through this and that we are to wait on God and not rush His timing. Our testimony from this will do nothing but glorify God and our tears will be changed to pure joy. Thank you for all those that pray for us and have sent us encouraging words. It truly means the world to me.
~God Bless