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Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but a longing fulfilled is a tree of life ...
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Proverbs 13:12 - Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but a longing fulfilled is a tree of life

Pastor Dom preached about pressing in and holding on to God's promises inspite of his silence, discouraging words and rejection. Opened a new book 'When God waits' and there on the second page was this verse again - 'Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but a longing fulfilled is a tree of life'.

God is good and has been 'active' in helping me grow in areas of family, friends and work but the relationship area of my life has been like a desert - stripped of life for the past few years. My soul sighs whenever it's baby dedication service or whenever I hold a baby close in my arms when serving in nursury.

It sure doesn't seem like a hard thing starting a family for the billions world-wide. Moreover, I'm not fugly, am easy-to-get along and can even be humorous on a good day. So why am excluded from this 'rite-of-passage' of life and left feeling incomplete?

I've heard many great testimonies and had my fair share of 'don't worry, you will find someone one day'. However, with age catching up and my 'godly man' nowhere in sight, I can't help but ask God ... will I ever have the chance to hold my newborn close, plant a kiss on his forehead as my husband gently put his arms around us?