To most folks that sit on it, it's just a regular ol' bench, but to me it's something more.
It's a place where I used to occasionally go to when I was feeling overwhelmed with the burden of infertility. It's a place where I quietly cried as my heart ached to be a mother. It's a place where my arms were always empty. It's a place where I asked my Lord to bless Josh and I with a baby.
As I would sit on the bench and stare out over the waters that were formed by the Almighty's very own hands, I would often be filled with peace. A calmness that only He can give out. I would always leave with a renewed hope in the One who loved me and had perfect plans for our family.
Even so, I used to wish that a glimpse into the future would be possible. If only I could take a peek at what He had in store for us! But that is not how God works. He chooses to keep those special plans to Himself while he prepares us for them.
Last week I sat on that bench in a park that overlooks the water with my son. Unlike the many times before, this time my arms were full. The heart that used to carry a burden now only felt joy. The eyes that cried tears of wanting now were wet with thanksgiving.As I cuddled the babe I had prayed hundreds of times for on that same bench, the emotions of the past came flooding back. With Josiah's dark eyes staring into mine, I told him why that place was special, how much his daddy and I love him, and most importantly that Jesus loves him.
Now that we've been blessed with our child, the prayers said on the bench have turned to ones for all women who are still waiting to be mothers. That God would bring them the peace and comfort He brought to me so many times. That they would follow His lead and trust in His incredible plans.
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