Your children await the birth as they bite their nails and pace the waiting room yet, you say to them that there shall be celebration.
They do not know what to do in this space LORD, yet you say to rest and allow excitement to enter their hearts.
When the crushing seems so harsh, you say to delight as weeping may tarry for the night, but joy comes with the morning.
The waiting room may seem enclosed, yet we forget that it can be a garden to browse and delight in, a place to walk with Jesus hand in hand and enjoy the fragrance of his love, the warmth of his light, emanating and pulsating his infectious joy into our very being.
The morning is beginning to dawn beloved, you are about to hear the suddenly entrance of a first breath and roaring cry of new birth.
Ignore the voice that speaks lies and rise up, be ready to applaud and celebrate for the heavenly midwife is delivering and is the deliverer!
Arrival of promises are imminent!
Paining by author;
Waiting room image by unknown
~ Yvonne Coombs