January 6, 1988
“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.”
“Teach me Lord, teach me Lord how to wait.” That’s how the song ends. And I’ve sung it often. How do you learn to wait? By waiting. The same way you learn anything else. Practice.
Now I’m practicing.
At 10 weeks pregnant (Dec 10) I was bleeding and cramping… the doctor says we’ll just have to wait and see what happens. At 11 weeks — the same. At 15 weeks (next week) I’ll have another sonogram, go off my progesterone and wait to see what will happen.
Will I miscarry? And if I don’t miscarry, then I’ll wait 5 more months to see if the baby’s healthy. I’m nervous, anxious, scared.
I don’t think you can have a genetically abnormal baby, then spend two weeks at a children’s hospital and not know that sometimes things do go wrong. The odds are in our favor, but again, it’s only in God’s hands, not mine.
I’m trying to “cast my anxiety on him” — I just cant bear the weight of it.
But it’s hard to do.
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Your mother’s journey of love and sorrow and continued love is very moving. I work in hospice, probably because I have lost a child and many others I loved. I am reminded of the gifts of joy and love and laughter even on dark days. Thank you.
Hey there, Andrea! I’m so glad these words are a blessing. Thank you for the work you do with hospice; that is such a blessing to so many in the darkest times!