He told me that everything happens for a purpose, and whether it is to teach my cousin how to grow up and be responsible, or to soften my friends heart by loving the unexpected, or to change the view of life to the woman who just aborted her child. He allows all things to happen so that they can affect you.
I wrote the following poem in the second year of trying to conceive. Please enjoy, and know that all things happen for a reason.
I wish I could hold her,
Or start to decorate her room,
But until the stripe shows up,
It just my heart I groom,
I dream of him also,
He’ll have curly little hair,
And you should see his attitude,
It is full of so much flare.
She’ll be just like my mother,
As confident as can be,
But that cute little button nose,
That came straight from me.
He’ll have the spark of his father,
When he starts to joke about,
But the twinkle in his big brown eyes,
Came from Papo Jack no doubt.
She’ll laugh with a contagious snort,
Just like my mother and I,
Have her father wrapped around her finger,
Because she makes his heart fly.
He’ll have endurance like my father,
Can go miles at a time,
He will cry when he needs me,
I’m there at the drop of a dime,
God can see that I am hurting inside,
He knows what his plan requires,
So I will give it no more concern or tears
The Lord knows the purpose of all of my desires,
I know not why I’ve had to wait so long,
Someday this dream will be mine,
Until that day I know the Lord know all my needs,
And it will come in his good time.
