Monday, January 24, 2011

Places to Visit

Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried:
Quietly, patiently, lovingly God replied.
I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate,
And the Master so gently said, 'Child, you must wait'.
'Wait? You say, wait! ' my indignant reply.
'Lord, I need answers, I need to know why!
Is your hand shortened? Or have you not heard?
By Faith, I have asked, and am claiming your Word.
My future and all to which I can relate
hangs in the balance, and YOU tell me to WAIT?
I'm needing a 'yes', a go-ahead sign,
or even a 'no' to which I can resign.
And Lord, You promised that if we believe
we need but to ask, and we shall receive.
And Lord, I've been asking, and this is my cry:
I'm weary of asking! I need a reply!
Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate
As my Master replied once again, 'You must wait.'
So, I slumped in my chair, defeated and taut
and grumbled to God, 'So, I'm waiting.... for what?'
He seemed, then, to kneel, and His eyes wept with mine,
And he tenderly said, 'I could give you a sign.
I could shake the heavens, and darken the sun.
I could raise the dead, and cause mountains to run.
All you seek, I could give, and pleased you would be.
You would have what you want But, you wouldn't know Me.
You'd not know the depth of My love for each saint;
You'd not know the power that I give to the faint;
You'd not learn to see through the clouds of despair;
You'd not learn to trust just by knowing I'm there;
You'd not know the joy of resting in Me
When darkness and silence were all you could see.
You'd never experience that fullness of love
As the peace of My Spirit descends like a dove;
You'd know that I give and I save.... (for a start),
But you'd not know the depth of the beat of My heart.
The glow of My comfort late into the night,
The faith that I give when you walk without sight,
The depth that's beyond getting just what you asked
Of an infinite God, who makes what you have LAST.
You'd never know, should your pain quickly flee,
What it means that 'My grace is sufficient for Thee.'
Yes, your dreams for your loved one overnight would come true,
But, Oh, the Loss! If I lost what I'm doing in you!
So, be silent, My Child, and in time you will see
That the greatest of gifts is to get to know Me.
And though oft' may My answers seem terribly late,
My most precious answer of all is still, 'WAIT.
I found this poem here.  I LOVE that girl.  I think I read everything on her blog in one sitting.  I love the grace and hope with which she has handled her situation.  I want to be like that. 
And if you want to read a REALLY good article on infertility go here.  I love Sister Kapp.  It is a comfort to me, that she could never have offered such powerful words of hope and strength had she not gone through those trials.  It’s a beautiful reminder that we can use our struggles to bless the lives of others.    
And if you want to read an article on birthmothers from a prospective adoptive mom (me) go here
And if you want to go to Europe with me, click here(Just kidding, kind of)


  1. Your pictures are beautiful. And so are your thoughts.

  2. Oh Whitney! Everything in this post is just beautiful. Believe it or not, just last night I was reading a book by sister Kapp and said, she writes so much like Whitney... so straight from the heart. I didn't know of her struggle with infertility when I said that. I think you have great empathy and insight just like her! Can we go to Paris today? Pretty please? Thanks for sharing:)

  3. I love your post on birth moms. They scared the dickens out of me until we met I just love them all like crazy!

    I totally want to go to Europe, particularly Spain...someday!! :)

  4. We have met a couple of times at Kevin & Stacie's when they lived here in I'm not just some random crazy.... :)

    Your post on birth moms was beautiful. Also, that first link (the one that goes with the poem) didn't work. Would you post it again? Thanks!