A grandmother’s prayer…
“Wait for her.”
Though you are too young to have entertained a thought about her just yet, too young to catch a glimpse of her loveliness or even imagine her name, I promise you one day the mere mention of her will burst the gates of your heart and flood your tomorrows, so much so that your grandmother in quiet prayer for your future wife she prays,
“Wait for her.”
When God was “knitting you in your mother’s womb”,
He was also “fearfully and wonderfully making her in the secret place”.
His “eyes kept vigil on your unformed bodies” and
His thoughts of the two of you already “outnumber the grains of sand.”
“All your days have been ordained and are
written in His book before one of them came to be.”
(Psalms 139)
God knows her.
He’s chosen her to complete you.
She’s perfect for you in every imaginable way.
Your grandmother prays for your chaste and faithful heart to
“Wait for her.”
Surrounded by your love of sports, bicycle riding through town, summertime at the park and whatever else boys your age like to do, the future of your older self is too far of a distance down the tracks to see.
The prettiest girl in your life today who has your eyes you call her mommy.
The heroes’ keeper of her heart is a man named daddy.
God has kept your young love for each other a secret and asleep, but a true love nevertheless, promised to awaken the morning of God’s perfect timing.
You must stay hidden from the thief of her counterfeit.
Swiftly flee from the distractions of delay.
Believe and keep a firm grip on God’s truth that,
“All your days have been ordained”, as well as hers.
“Wait for her.”
In the waiting you’re trusting for God’s introduction to your completeness.
In the waiting you bow a knee in surrender,
“Not my will but Thine.”
In the waiting you forfeit the world’s good for His Best.
In the waiting, your time will come.
But until then,
Wait for her.
The wait will be worth it all.