There’s something about this time of year that takes me back. Back to the days when the longing of my heart went unfulfilled for far longer than I ever expected.
Three years of infertility plus almost two years of waiting to complete our first adoption equals, well, a very long time. It usually seems like a distant memory, but when Mother’s Day rolls around, I can’t help but remember.
I remember what it’s like to be the waiting one, the one who doesn’t know how this particular chapter of her story is going to turn out. As I shared last May, I remember, and my heart aches for those who are there now.
But it also aches for anyone in the waiting room—that lonely place where time drags, dreams dry out, expectations topple like slow-motion dominoes … and growth happens.
It’s true, this Richard Hendricks quote from Preachingtoday.com: “Second only to suffering, waiting may be the greatest teacher and trainer in godliness, maturity, and genuine spirituality most of us ever encounter.”
When Randy and I were waiting to become parents all those years ago, there was one particular song that poignantly expressed much of what was going on in my heart and mind during that uncertain season.
If you’re in the waiting room today—for any reason at all—this one’s for you: “In the Waiting,” by Greg Long.