i talked with my dear japanese friend the other night.
when she called the miles across the continent and the ocean between us disappeared as we connected. she asked about my pregnancy and we shared about work, marriage and children.
a kindred spirit she is indeed - a friend many years beyond living and working in the same town still knows the things i love and eagerly relates them to me. she possesses a depth of character that challenges me still and a simple trust in Jesus and ear to hear His voice that reminds me to keep listening.
as the night drew later, and my 9 month pregnant body began to long for sleep, we prayed together. when she prayed for scott and me and our little baby, she said something that i won't easily forget. she thanked God for this little life within my womb, and then she went on to thank Him for continuing to give life as as sign that He still has hope. hope in the people of this world - in us- that He hasn't given up on us.
even amidst all the muck and despair that surround, hope and new life remain. my own growing belly testifies that new souls are still being given breath.
and that yes, indeed, there is hope still.
2 comments:
Oh, Beth. That is so lovely. I love that idea of God hoping! I have often thought of you. I cried when I found out you were expecting. I know you must be itching to just hold that child in your arms. The body grows weary toward the end. But enjoy the stillness, the slowness, the quietness while you can. It's the body's way of nourishing your heart to be able to pour out for your dear child. I am so filled with anticipation for you, dear one! Peace and stillness be with you! love, d
yes, hope still!
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