The last couple of days have been long and full of prayer. As we awaited news of a mother in distress and baby coming into the world a month early, I prayed and cried and prayed again as we continued waiting—for hours. I couldn’t be there. Dratted COVID! All I could do was pray and wait.
My husband, the loving man that he is, knew just what I needed. He sat next to me, wrapped his arms around me, and prayed.
Even when news came, it was bits and pieces, nothing concrete, nothing to assuage my angst. More praying and Christmas music. Christmas music helped. I practiced it on the piano; I listened to CDs, and I prayed again.
The angst is not all gone. But I keep quoting verses from my youth:
They that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength. They shall mount up with wings as eagles. They shall run and not be weary; they shall walk and not faint.
At the time, I am afraid I will trust in Thee.
Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on Thee.
If you delight yourself in the Lord your God, then He shall give to you the desires of your heart.
Waiting is tough. Worrying is futile. Wanting what you cannot have is fruitless. Willing to let God do His thing is best. Knowing He is in control over all things is comfort. The end result is building a closer relationship with the Father through prayer. Remembering what He has taught me and brought me through in the past. Relying on His Word for comfort and knowing He is working out all things for His glory and my good.
All will be well. Mommy will go home. Baby will follow a few days later, and we will continue to glorify God’s name.