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Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Just Wait

One of my friends recently posted our blog on her facebook page. Then one of her friends saw it and posted a link to another girls blog and I wanted to share to all those that are in my situation this poem. I think it's awesome and a true incite into why God makes us wait on certain things even after countless hours of being on your knees crying in prayer to Him. I have certainly been in that position many times, too many to count, trying every way to ask the Lord why can't I have a baby? I've knocked on His door over and over again and haven't gotten any answers or any clear signs as to why this is happening to me. I just know that I am walking by faith and trusting in Him that my time will come to be a mother. I won't give up and everyday I will continue to pray. I know He's listening and using this time to strengthen my faith and for that I have the greatest of hope that one day I will be filled with such joy that will erase all the pain and tears I have shed over waiting for an angel baby! So here it is:

Just Wait

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, "Child you must 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 am claiming your Word. My future and all to which I can relate hangs in the balance, and YOU tell me Wait?"

"I'm needing a 'yes,' a go-ahead sign, or even a 'no' to which I can resign. And, Lord, You promised that if we believe we need but to ask and we shall receive. And, Lord, I've been asking! I need a reply!"

Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate. As my Master replied once again, "You must 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 wept 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, cause the moutains to run."

"All you seek, I could give, and pleased you would be. You would 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 were all you could see.

You'd never experience the fullness of love as the peace of my spirit descends like a dove; you'd 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 in the night, the faith that I give when you walk without sight, the dept that's beyond getting just what you asked, of 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 dreams for that loved one 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 get to know ME. And though my answers seem terribly late, my most precious answer of all is still "WAIT".

2 comments:

  1. Leslie, this poem is beautiful & honest. Thank you for sharing, friend.

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