Let It Be
I am the handmaid of the Lord
Let it be.
It’s been nine months since the seed was first sown.
Nine months of waiting, growing heavy with time.
Nine months of “I don’t want to move.
Nine months of sunrise dawning in incremental stanzas.
Nine months of watching God weave new wonders.
Nine months of watching Him unfold the next chapter.
Nine months of finding gold in the gray of worry.
Nine months of syncing my heart’s rhythm with heaven’s pulse.
Nine months of saying goodbye in order to say hello . . . (more)
A poem based on days 22-25 of Kris Camealy’s Come Lord Jesus: The Weight of Waiting. Follow me over to Creative and Free where Christina Hubbard has been leading a discussion on this book for Advent.
Lux G. says
This is a wonderful poem, dear.
Happy 2017!
Sandra Heska King says
Happy New Year, Lux. Love to you. And thank you.