Waiting in Expectancy

Waiting for my grand daughter to be born and five days beyond full term, my son Mitch texted me an update. He said the doctor would be inducing the next morning if Liz hadn’t gone into labor because the mortality rate is much higher past 41 weeks. That word. Mortality. It pierced my heart. This was my grand daughter he was talking about! Certainly he felt the gravity of this himself, but it was at this moment that this little girl began carrying my heart around with her. You know the way kids do. Something gripped me at the core. What I had been waiting for was near and everything felt so critical. Oh God, we are so vulnerable. I was a puddle. I prayed a lot and so did a lot of people.


Berkeley Caroline was born on February 26. Simply amazing!

I don’t typically blog in direct reference to scripture, but Romans 8  met me right where I am in so many ways this past week, I just have to share this text.

All around us we observe a pregnant creation. The difficult times of pain throughout the world are simply birth pangs. But it’s not only around us; it’s within us. The Spirit of God is arousing us within. We’re also feeling the birth pangs. These sterile and barren bodies of ours are yearning for full deliverance. That is why waiting does not diminish us, any more than waiting diminishes a pregnant mother. We are enlarged in the waiting. We, of course, don’t see what is enlarging us. But the longer we wait, the larger we become, and the more joyful our expectancy. Romans 8:22-25 Message

I am thinking of all the things that I’ve waited in earnest for, and all that I currently wait for. I wonder if you can relate. Waiting for college to be done. For a wedding. For a new job. For the test results. For the struggle to subside. For the mourning to stop. For the healing. For the relationship to be better. For forgiveness. For God to do something. For your heart’s desire. The list never ends, and into infinity we wait.

What I’m thankful for in this is, first, the hope that permeates through and around. And that not a second of our waiting or ounce of our struggle in the process, is ever a surprise to God. None of it. He’s got it. He’s got us covered.

I’m thankful that this particular season of waiting for me, brought Berkeley. Not everything I wait for is as deeply beautiful.

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Author of three books and many published contributions, Shelley's column 5 Men and a Mom appears in Boomer's Magazine. She resides with her husband, Dave, in northwest Ohio - the launching pad of their travel adventures.

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