A friend shared this with me this week, and it seems appropriate as we prepare for bed, now that our sweet baby's due date has come and almost gone...
Waiting
Dear Baby, here beneath my heart,
I thought that you might come today;
the timing just seemed right.
But the stars are out
and the moon is high
and sheepishly I wonder why
I try to arrange the plans of God.
For now I know
You will not come
until the One who holds eternity
rustles your soft cocoon and
whispers in tones that I will not hear,
"It's time, precious gift."
"Now it's time."
I will wait on the Lord...
And I will hope in Him.
Here am I and the children whom the Lord has given me!
Isaiah 8:17-18
