Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Reading Between the Lines

Two lines, that is all!

For them, I would give anything.

Not just one, but TWO......


Two lines are all the hope I need.

Something to give me hope that we can build our family.

I want to wage war with my body.

I beg with it.  I plead with it.  Constantly.

Timing, testing, probing, needle sticks.

All in the name of two lines.

Waiting, hoping, yearning.

All in the name of two lines.

Something some women would curse as unwanted?

Two lines.

Something most women take for granted?

Two lines.

Why does my world revolve around 

Two lines?

"Two, two, two, two..."

I chant to myself while holding the stick that could possibly change my life.

As if somehow cheering on the test will magically make another line appear.

Two lines.

Two, two, two.

For so long, my life has revolved around TWO LINES!

Sometimes I wish I could be freed from the obsession of two lines.


God, you are trying to teach me something in all of this.

I will do my humanly best to wait for You and what You are trying to teach me.

Two lines, two lines, two lines

Quiet my mind and my soul, so that I may not focus only on the 


Show me Your Glory and give me Your grace.

And help me to read BETWEEN the lines.

 “I wait for the LORD,  my soul waits, and in His word I hope; my soul waits for the Lord more than watchmen for the morning, more than watchmen for the morning.”
Psalm 130:5-6