Waiting and Wondering



In the last two weeks, three of my friends have announced pregnancies. Two of them are expecting second children, and the third is expecting her fourth child. All of them married not more than eighteen months before my husband and I.

I am still waiting.

It is hard not to wonder why. It does not seem, on the surface, as though we are any less suited to parenthood than anyone else. God surely has some purpose in this. There is a reason He is making us wait. But what is the reason? What must I learn? Will my empty arms hold a child when I have learned the right lesson, or improved in some virtue? Or is this the way it will always be, just the two of us?

I wonder, and I wait.