The Bench

There is a bench in a park that overlooks the water.

To most people that sit on it or pass by it,
it's probably just a regular old bench.

But, to me it's something so much more.

 It's a place where I used to go to sometimes after a long day.

Longing just to hold a baby that was my very own.

It's a place where I would sit and quietly cry as my heart ached.

It's a place where I asked my God to bless Kevin and me with a baby.

As I would sit on this ordinary park bench and stare out at the water,
I would be filled with peace.

A calmness that only He could give.   

I would leave this place with a renewed hope
in the One who loved me and had a perfect plan.

God had a plan; a perfect plan.

But, it wasn't His perfect time to reveal those plans.

He chose to keep those special plans to Himself
while he prepared us for them.

 Today, as I cuddled and talked to my toddler,

in the coolness of the autumn day, 

the one whom I had prayed for hundreds of times on that bench,

the emotions of the past came flooding back.

 

As Titus' dark black eyes stared into mine,
I told him why this place was special.

It's a place that proves God's love and answer to prayers.

It's a sweet, sweet view indeed!