I want my little Eden to come home so very badly, and I feel useless, and helpless, and incapable.
But, I serve a living God, who is listening when I call out.
He led me to this poem recently, and I have been mulling it over, reading it every day this week.
I wanted to share it.
I have highlighted some of the words that spoke to me most strongly.
Waiting! Yes, patiently waiting!
Till next steps made plain shall be;
To hear, with the inner hearing,
The Voice that will call for me.
Waiting! Yes, hopefully waiting!
With hope that need not grow dim;
The Master is pledged to guide me,
And my eyes are unto Him.
Waiting! Expectantly waiting!
Perhaps it may be today
The Master will quickly open
The gate to my future way.
Waiting! Yes, waiting! Still, waiting!
I know, though I've waited long,
That, while He withholds His purpose,
His waiting cannot be wrong.
Waiting! Yes, waiting! Still waiting!
The Master will not be late;
He knoweth that I am waiting
For Him to unlatch the gate.
J. Danson Smith
I am focused on one day at a time. Some days are easier to take.
Right now my father is in Norway, to visit Frank Kaleb. While he is there he will be meeting with another friend, Pierre, who is our original contact from Benin. I am very hopeful that a face to face meeting with someone who is from Benin will answer some questions, make things move, SOMETHING!
Waiting, patiently waiting.
That is a prayer I recite to myself moment by moment. Please, join me.