Waiting For Our Promise...

Have you ever stood in a place of worship, with your eyes closed, listening to the soundtrack of heartfelt praise?  It is in moments like these that I am reminded of Our Promise.

Waiting is crucially painful.  My heart desperately wants to know why so much time has passed, and yet I know the Father sees far beyond my concept of time.

Friends come and go, never knowing how to handle such fragility while "doing life" with us.  Only the strongest stay and bless us with encouragement.

Prayers seem never ending. Knees imprint's the floor. Tears seep into the alter as our heads are bent. Still Praying.

Strangers with dreams interpreting our future. Unsettling at times and yet fortunate enough to know we believe in a Heavenly Father who still whispers to us.

Anger and hurt is suppressed at the oddest times.  Only those who know of the pain we feel, are able to look into the depths of our soul and know, with just one look.

The odd comfort of a tattoo, symbolizing two individuals complete by marriage, but empty as they wait for their "little ones" to fill their lives.  Nine spaces of hope available to fulfill The Promise given to us....