The wait for next tests for my farmer.
Not the, “I hope I get a bike for Christmas” hope.
I remind myself of truth.
Truth that Elijah is where we all long to be.
There is a purpose and a plan.
God will use all these pieces together;
to bring glory and honor to his name.
He will be exalted.
He will be praised.
I feel the icy hurt and fear begin to melt.
The deep sense of peace and assurance, once again rises.
My strength only comes from God on High.
For me, there is no other way to walk this road.
I pass the accident site a few more times this day.
Each time praying fervently for holiness to reign in that spot.
For memories of good times to come flooding through.
The college girl is coming home.
The oldest farm girl is heavy with child.
Time is marching forward.
If I don’t embrace these moments; those too will be lost forever.
So I choose, once again to push through these agonizing moments.
To breathe deeply the hope in Christ.
With feet planted on the solid rock of my Savior I press on.
I will wait for the call for our new grandchild
I will wait in hope for God’s directions in our lives.
We wait in hope for the LORD;
he is our help and our shield.
And each day I will give Praise and Honor to the one who numbers our days.
See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up;
do you not perceive it?
I am making a way in the wilderness and streams in the wasteland.