Praying until words no longer make sense,
and still I'm left waiting.
The time will be right;
in HIS time, it will be
everything I've hoped for,
nothing less.
Can it happen sooner, Lord?
Everyday I ask. And ask. And ask.
Is it possible to want something
so much it hurts?
Asking, begging, needing.
Vacant
is my womb,
ready and willing
to receive the greatest gift.
Understanding has set in.
Everything will turn out fine.
Keep praying.
