When It's Hard · Waiting
Longing for a Child
For when you feel: infertility, trying to conceive, empty arms, Mother's Day hurts
But be thou, O my soul, subject to God: for from him is my patience. ... Trust in him, all ye congregation of people: pour out your hearts before him. God is our helper for ever.
The MinuteHomily
In the temple at Shiloh, a woman prayed so raw and so wordless that the priest thought she was drunk. Hannah was not drunk. She was pouring out her heart, exactly what this psalm invites, and heaven received every unfiltered word. If you carry this longing, the aching months, the announcements that sting, the hope you are afraid to feel again, know first that God is not offended by its intensity. He asks for it. "Pour out your heart before him," the psalm says, because "God is a refuge for us." We will not pretend to promise what only God can give. But your tears are seen, your prayers are kept, and no path God writes for you, whatever it holds, leads away from His goodness.
By the MinuteHomily editors
A prayer for this moment
Father, You saw Hannah and You see me. I pour out this whole heart before You (the hope, the hurt, all of it) and I rest my expectation on You. Amen.
“Pray, hope, and don't worry.”
St. Padre Pio
Hymns for this moment
“Litany of Trust” · Sister Faustina Maria Pia
“Ave Maria” · Schubert setting
One small step
Pour it all out to God tonight, Hannah-style: no editing, no performance.
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