He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge; his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.Psalm 91:4
Dear wanting mother, just lie down.
Find rest within his wing.
His feathering arms will shelter you,
'neath the softness of his wings. The pain is deep - raw, open wounds; that never seem to heal. Sure as you take a step ahead, concrete is your back heel. How can you move ahead without the desire of your heart? The Father - who's your faithful shield, your sword, and your rampart.
After struggling for 13 years with infertility and having miscarried four of our children, I wrote this poem. I didn’t think I could acknowledge the deep pain this caused. I believed if I admitted my sorrow, I wouldn’t be trusting the sovereign plan of God. But the truth is – not recognizing my pain was a lie. The sadness that I was experiencing had nothing to do with trusting God. The fact is, it was sad; the loss of life is always heartbreaking. My grief did not anger God. Acknowledging my sorrow allowed God to begin closing my gaping wounds.