WAIT (a poem)

Wait Desperately, helplessly, longingly I cried,
Quietly, patiently, lovingly He replied.
I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate.
And the Master so gently said, “Child, you must wait.”

“Wait! You say wait!” my indignant reply,
Lord, I need answers - I need to know why.
Is Your hand shortened, or have You not heard?
By faith I have asked, and I’m claiming Your word.”

My future and all to which I can relate,
Hangs in the balance and You tell me ‘wait’?
I’m needing a ‘yes’—a go ahead sign,
Or at least a ‘no’ to which I can resign.

And Lord, I’ve been asking and this is my cry,
I’m weary of asking, I need a reply,
Then quietly, softly I learned of my fate,
As my Master replied, once again, “You must wait.”

So I slumped in my chair, defeated and taut.
And I grumbled to God—”So I’m waiting, for what?”
He seemed then to kneel and His eyes met with mine,
And He tenderly said, “I could give you a sign.”

“I could shake the heavens, darken the sun,
Raise up the dead, cause the mountain to run.
All you seek, I could give and pleased you would be.
You would have what you want, but you wouldn’t know Me.”

“You’d not know the depth of My love for each saint.
You’d not know the power that I give to the faint.
You’d not learn to see through clouds of despair.
You’d not learn to trust just by knowing I’m there.”

“You’d not know the joy of resting in Me.
When darkness and silence was all you could see.
You’d never experience that fullness of love,
As the peace of my Spirit descends like a dove.”

“You would know that I give and save for a start,
But you’d not know the depth of the beat of My heart,
The glow of My comfort, late in the night,
The faith that I give when you walk without sight,

“The depth that’s beyond getting just what you ask,
Of an infinite God that makes what you have last!
And you never would know should your pain quickly flee,
What it means that, “My grace is sufficient for thee.”

Yes, your dreams for that loved one,
One night would come true.
But oh the loss if you lost what I’m doing to you.

So be silent, my child, and in time you will see,
That the greatest of gifts is to get to know Me.
And though oft may My answers seem terribly late,
That My most precious answer of all is still ‘wait’.”

by Russell Kelfer

First Road Race

Well I had my very first road race on June 16th. I ran the 2 mile race. I walked a small portion of the race. I was very pleased with my results. I finished 5th out of 8 in my age bracket with a time of 22:05. I placed 39 out of 60 in the 2 mile with all ages combined so I think I did fairly well for my first time. I'm hoping to try the 5k next year. This is definitely an improvement considering I've never really been a runner. Heck I never even went out for track in High School. I didn't really even train for the race. I mean I went on the treadmill about 4 days a week and I would run some of it, but that's about. I entered the race basically to prove to myself that I can do it and now I know I can. I guess we'll see how next year goes and how I am doing in the exercise department. Hopefully I can keep up with it and not slack off at all.

A Rollercoaster ride

Our social worker Renae is on maternity leave now so we have been assigned to a new social worker Kim. We have never met her but have corresponded with her via email. She seems like a wonderful person and very informative. Last Thursday she emailed to let us know there was a 19 year old Hispanic Mom that is due in July. She came from Mexico recently and Birthdad is still there. She does not speak any English. They were waiting to receive medical information before deciding whether to send our profile out to this mom or not. The social worker from Mason City went to the birthmom's clinic this week and waited for 1 1/2 hours to speak to the clinic. She was only able to speak to the clinic personnell for about 5 minutes. The social worker encouraged the gal at the clinic to have the birthmom call them. As of this date they have not heard from Birthmom so aren't really sure what is going on. It appears Birthmom may have decided to parent after all. I'm actually handling this pretty well. My only concern is the child. I hope and pray she does what is best for the baby. It appears she has no financial support and no family support, so obviously the best interest of the child is adoption. We just pray for this birthmom and child no matter what happens.

On another note, we have hit our 5 month mark. So we're hoping we're half way there to meeting our child.