Musings and a poem

As each week passes and we enter the age of the quintuplets' potential viability (I'm 25 weeks today; look for a picture tomorrow, our Sunday tradition), it strikes me as odd that I've actually started to think more about all the things that might go wrong with the babies. I guess it's because each week I know we're closer to them being okay, but we have several more weeks before there is a good chance all of them would do well (which is why we're hoping/praying for 34 weeks; I'd be happy with 32, and very grateful when we reach 28 and 29 weeks). Aside from selfishly not wanting to raise a special needs child (although I know God's plans are always best and there would be blessings galore) I so badly want to return to PNG, and so deeply hope and pray all the babies will be healthy, hale and hearty so we can. I find myself following the "what if?" trails in my mind, which I know is not of the Lord. So this poem is applying to me more and more as the time draws closer. Thank you, Krista! And thank you ALL for praying!

Teach Me to Rest

O Lord, please calm my anxious heart;

It's beating now for six.

Though life is hard, there’s not one part

That anxious thoughts can fix.

My heart and these five precious lives

Are fully in Your hands.

For You all this was no surprise

But part of what You planned.

So many fears, so many tests,

So much I can’t control,

So hard for me to learn to rest

That peace may fill my soul.

But peace beyond what I have known

Can guard my heart and mind

If I can rest in You alone

And leave these fears behind.

“You understand my lying down”

Means so much more these days.

When anxious thoughts my peace would drown,

I choose to trust and praise.

O Lord, please calm my anxiousness;

Let faith be my release.

Whatever comes, teach me to rest

And fill me with Your peace.

Krista Besselman