Why Waiting isn’t a New Fad
I found this poem scribbled on a piece of scrap paper stuffed in an old Bible of mine today. After yesterday’s post, it seemed like a sweet echo from the Lord. And a humbling reminder that waiting isn’t a new theme in my life.
I penned these words on April 17, 2002, when I was a 29-year old mommy of two. These simple verses were my own whispers to an impatient heart.
Today, I can barely remember what that life was like, but I haven’t forgotten the ache of the wait. And I haven’t stopped believing that my Heavenly Father is scripting the perfect story for me… all in His time.
I penned these words on April 17, 2002, when I was a 29-year old mommy of two. These simple verses were my own whispers to an impatient heart.
Today, I can barely remember what that life was like, but I haven’t forgotten the ache of the wait. And I haven’t stopped believing that my Heavenly Father is scripting the perfect story for me… all in His time.
Trust Me
You’ve invited me, Lord,
You’ve invited me, Lord,
to approach you in prayer
with all of my hopes,
every dream and each care.
You’ve opened your arms;
I’ve bowed at your throne.
My soul has confided
in your heart alone.
You’ve said that you want
only what’s best.
You’ve promised to listen
to every request.
But slowly the days
and the months just creep by.
My expectant soul waits,
But hears no reply.
I know in my heart
that in your time you’ll speak,
But with deafening silence
my faith withers weak.
I’ve petitioned you, Lord,
From this place on my knees
How long ‘til your Word
Sheds light on my pleas?
Like the whispering wind,
You tenderly say,
“My child,
it has to happen this way.
I’ve heard all your cries.
I’ve carried your pain.
Your prayers to me
are never in vain.
My answer, dear one,
will unfold in time.
I’m not on the schedule
you’ve sketched in your mind.
You’ve asked me for one thing,
but I’ll give you more.
You cannot imagine
what I have in store.
My blessings are boundless.
My plans have no flaws.
My power isn’t chained
by timelines or laws.
When the moment is perfect
in my sovereign scheme,
I’ll respond to your heart’s cry
with more than you dream.
The waiting will grow you
like nothing else can.
In hindsight you’ll see
the great work of my hand.
Your mind can’t imagine,
your eyes haven’t spied
the glories ahead
if in me you abide.
So, daughter, don’t doubt
the promise of my Word.
Trust me in silence.
Your prayer has been heard.”
The Overflow:
I pray to God—my life a prayer—
and wait for what he’ll say and do.
My life’s on the line before God,
my Lord, waiting and watching till morning,
waiting and watching till morning.
-Psalm 130:5-6
Beautiful!!!
“Trust me in silence!’
LOVE IT!
Ashley, what fun to “meet” you here! And to discover that we’ve both got little tales tucked into one of my favorite MOPS devotional books. I remember yours well. Love the way you write and inspire. Thanks for stopping by!
Thank you, this is a poem that I had never seen. What beautiful. I can imagine that it touches you 🙂
Thank you so much for your visit to my place today and for your life-giving words. So thankful. How wonderful that you found this long-ago poem and that it rings so true for you today. Don’t you love how God weaves things together over time?
This line especially struck me:
The waiting will grow you
like nothing else can.
In hindsight you’ll see
the great work of my hand.
Your mind can’t imagine,
your eyes haven’t spied
the glories ahead
if in me you abide.
How I relate. Thank you so much. (By the way, I see you’re written for MOPS. I have a MOPS Mom Email headed out to mailboxes on Monday.)
Bless you, Alicia, in the work of your heart and hands —
Ashley
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