Our church offers a mentorship program for women. It’s a six-month deal. You fill out a little card and they pray over you and match you with someone for six months of weekly meetings.
My mentor is wonderful. She’s been through infertility–though her experience was different. And she tells me I’m supposed to talk and she will listen. And she gives me advice. Godly advice.
We meet on Tuesdays at Starbucks near my house. I get a green tea latte. She gets green tea.
Recently, she said something that has changed my perspective.
She said, “You know this already, but this story isn’t just about you and [DH]. It’s about your future children and their spouses. And their children, and the circumstances that need to fit together.”
I didn’t know that already. That thought hadn’t crossed my mind.
And I thought about Sarah and Abraham waiting decades for the fulfillment of a promise. And who knows if they weren’t waiting until Rebecca was about to be born?
She is so right. There are millions of different things that need to come together for our baby to meet up with the right people, to be in the right place, to do the right things.
And what feels like ages is really just the slow ticking by of months. Of weeks. But one week might be the difference between meeting the love of his life and not. One month might be the difference between graduating high school at the right time or not. Who can know but God?
So now we pray a little differently. We pray “in Your timing” and mean it. And we are praying for the circumstances to come together, too.
Such peace for us from one little thought.