|Happy days in California (Shawn, Bosco, and me)|
I already had a darling daughter from my first marriage, a child that was conceived out of wedlock when I was nineteen. Yes, I admit that thoughts of abortion entered my mind, but deep inside I could not do something that was against my moral principles. So I made a choice that would change my life forever. I would not do away with my unborn child, and nine months later, Jacqueline Shane was born, one of the biggest blessings of my life. But I wanted a brother or sister for her to grow up with. I was twenty-seven and time was running out. I laugh now, but back then my clock was ticking loud and clear.
So I would exercise faith, and patience, for my miracle baby to arrive. But things don't always happen in a day. If you have ever wanted something now--a job, a mate, a book published--but had to wait, and wait, then you know what I'm talking about. Many have lost the joy and reality of God's abundant life due to frenzy and lack of patience. We try to force our own plans on God, who becomes more of a delivery boy for our flesh than the Almighty One. Many times we have missed God's best because of our impatience. Selfishly running about, comparing ourselves with others, we bustle into something that never was God's plan.
Therefore, patience is a great strength. It is the ability to remain focused and to rest assured that even though weeks, months, and years pass, the earth will eventually yield its harvest. Life involves constant growth. Life is sowing and reaping. If we do not grow weary, we will reap in due time.
A few years later I finally said, "Okay, Lord, if you want me to have another baby, I'll be elated. If not, then I'll accept your will and be content." Two years later, I delivered a healthy baby boy, Shawn Christopher.
Today, thirty-nine years later, I'm still exercising patience--presently it's regarding my novel, Lady and the Sea. It is so easy to get swept away into hours of marketing research, wondering if perhaps I should be doing more -- book signings, speaking engagements, blog interviews, and such. But I admit as time goes by that it's becoming easier to lean on God's timing and to see what He has for me, not what I can conjure up.
So today I wish a very Happy Birthday to my miracle son. I pray that he is learning, like his mother, to have patience for those dreams that God has placed in his heart. And I pray this for you too, my dear bloggy readers.
I wish you smooth sailing, sunny days, and oceans of blessings!