Waiting with Him. Waiting on Him.

Nang, I know you won’t read this. I know you cannot even read English, let alone fully understand my ridiculous attempt to speak it slowly and simply.

However, I still find the need to express the raging thoughts in my heart and mind tonight as I anticipate what the Lord is about to do in your life.

I cannot even claim this as a poem for it is literally a pile of my unedited thoughts hours past my bed time. I cannot formulate thoughts, or words.  This is all I have…

 

It feels as if hours have passed in only minutes time.
Waiting, waiting, waiting for the bride to enter the doorway.
Waiting for the doctor to unveil the news.
Anticipation building, and building.
Restless sleep before seeing my father for the first time in years.
Watching the minute hand during a test I feel unprepared for.
Watching my swollen belly with my husband as I wait for her to kick.
Watching for headlights in the driveway after curfew.
Telling someone you love them and feeling the silence cover your body if only for a few seconds.
Waiting. Waiting.
Waiting.
Is this the feeling He has when He extends His hand to us?
I feel the need to pace. Or stare. Or think. Or not think. How does one clear their mind?
And then this faint whisper… wait… on the Lord.
Wait on the Lord. Commit it into My hands. Rest in Me.

okay.

It is 2:40 in the morning. I think it is time to fall asleep.
He will see her through. He will see her through. He is faithful. He will see her through.