So what is next?... Nothing. Nothing is next. Isn’t that odd? No plans, no doctors appointments scheduled… nothing. We have decided that the GIFT procedure is not for us. So I am on my first cycle drug free in quite some time. My body is a bit confused and I wonder how long it will take to regulate my cycles again.
I have thought about my key verse. I have thought about what my answer is. I have been “Waiting For His Glory to be Revealed”. So now what does that mean. I have been thinking about that, and I will do an entry about what I think that means and what the answers are that I have found along this journey. I am working on that entry in my mind, there are still some questions to be answered. I will post my thoughts soon.
We closed our worship service on Sunday with communion. The song that was played during the communion time was “It is Well”. I had always said that if we ever did get pregnant I would announce it to the church and we would sing the song “Glory”.
Glory, glory in the highest,
Glory, to the Almighty,
Glory to the Lamb of God,
And glory to the Living Word,
Glory to the Lamb.
I give glory (glory),
Glory (glory) glory,
Glory to the Lamb,
I give glory (glory),
Glory (glory) glory,
Glory to the Lamb,
I give glory to the Lamb.
And if I never got pregnant, I was hoping that I would be able to sing “It is Well”. I didn’t sing it on Sunday, but I felt that it was a message from God. A sweet song that spoke to my heart and I believe that He sent it just for me.
When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
And if I never got pregnant, I was hoping that I would be able to sing “It is Well”. I didn’t sing it on Sunday, but I felt that it was a message from God. A sweet song that spoke to my heart and I believe that He sent it just for me.
When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot,
Thou has taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
It is well,
with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
Though Satan should buffet,
though trials should come,
Let this blessed assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.
It is well,
with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross,
and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!
It is well,
with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
The trump shall resound,
and the Lord shall descend,
Even so, it is well with my soul.
It is well,
with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.