One thing I’ve definitely learned through blogging our story, is that we’re not alone in this dark and shameful struggle with fertility. The following poem was sent to me by a new friend who knows what I’m going through to the fullest extent. To be honest, I only make it about halfway through this poem each time, before I either start crying, or want to throw the computer through the window… you get the point. Statistically, you probably don’t suffer from infertility, and therefore might have a difficult time identifying with me when I post about our stuggles to conceive. But we all have our own struggles, and this can apply to just about anyone in any stage of life. It’s really good, and you should read it. Thanks Danielle 🙂
Quietly, patiently, lovingly, God replied.
I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate . . .
And the Master so gently said, “Wait.”
“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.
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 can resign.
We need but to ask, and we shall receive.
And Lord I’ve been asking, and this is my cry:
I’m weary of asking! I need a reply.”
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?”
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.
You’d have what you want, but you wouldn’t know Me.
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.
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 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.
What it means that My grace is sufficient for thee.
Yes, your dearest dreams overnight would come true,
But, oh, the loss, if you missed what I’m doing in you.
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.”
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ruth! we SHOULD be friends! i lived in seattle for a couple years too! and… not many people know how much endo sucks. are you seeing a fertility dr?? you should email me 🙂 sywassink@gmail.com
That’s a beautiful poem and very encouraging to my heart! A friend linked me to your blog and I had to laugh when I saw how much we had in common…I live in Seattle, love home renos, have a wedge haircut, been ttc since May 2008 and have endo too! We should be friends!
This is relavent to me too, and thanks so much for sharing! IT brought tears to my eyes. You are always in my thoughts and prayers!
My husband and I lived through infertility, losing 2 babies to miscarriage and 1 to ectopic pregnancy…then the prize: having our beautiful daughter 7 years into that venture. Twenty months later her sister was born, and just over 3 years after that we had our son. It truly was God’s timing because the month we conceived our first we used absolutely no medications and didn’t even “try” to get pregnant. God’s timing is beautiful – and why He chooses some of us to wait and others not is a question I’m sure won’t matter once we get to Heaven. You guys do not walk this road alone and those of us who have walked it make a conscious decision to pray for those of you walking that path.
Love, love, love this poem. Performed it with a friend in college because I was so stricken by it’s power. I pray it aids you as you go through this time!! Blessings!
Thanks for sharing. I skimmed it quickly but I need to reread it when I’m not at work!
What a touching poem. Sometimes we want God to take care of our plan instead of following his. Patience is one of the hardest things for me–but I have found God has never let met down–regardless of what outcome he has handed me. LOOOOOOVE your recent backsplashes! I keep looking to see how your baby fund is doing–are you getting close?
oh. now I’m crying too…this poem is relevant to me and my greatest heartache, too. Thank you for sharing Bethany.