Today was a rough day. We visited with a doctor in North Platte today about infertility--it looks like we have one more procedure that we would be willing to try out. Nate and I went on a long walk tonight to really dissect the situation and both agreed that we need to fervently pray for God's timing and for a sense of peace. We have got to saturate our situation in prayer. A friend sent me this verse today that I think really justifies this need for intense prayer:
“And will not God bring about justice for his chosen ones, who cry out to him day and night? Will he keep putting them off ? I tell you, he will see that they get justice, and quickly…” Luke 18:7-8
So as I slowly recovered from the long day, I picked up my guitar and felt the need to sing "How He Loves," originally written by John Mark McMillan but perhaps made famous by The David Crowder Band. I remember hearing the DCB version of it on my way to work one morning and I instantly fell into a natural state of worship. But as I played through the song tonight the first verse hit me.
"How he Loves"
He is jealous for me
Loves like a hurricane
I am a tree
The weight of his wind and mercy
When all of a sudden
I am unaware of these
Afflictions eclipsed by glory
And I realize how beautiful you are
And how great your afflictions are for me