Well, the word is in . . . our ultrasound / cervical dilation / blood draw is scheduled for Monday at 1:00. If everything looks great, we will start the Gonal fertility drug on Friday of next week. Tomorrow morning is my last day on the pill. From there it will be touch and go as they monitor my ovaries to see when they are ready for surgery. We are almost there.
I have received some poems from some friends in the recent weeks that have been a comfort to me and have been compiling them. Here they are (along with a quick note as to who sent them).
Simple Things by Tony Vincent (given to me by hubby JB)
deep in the quiet of my soul—the truth i know
tested by sorrow, pain and tears—through bitter years
waiting for answers to my prayers—you were there
the days and nights you brought me through
shaped my faith in you
its’ the simple things—i hold on to
it’s the simple things—i find in you
it’s to you i sing and to you i cling
it’s the simple things it’s the simple things—that make me see
it’s the simple things—that set me free
as i learn to wait you renew my faith
through the simple things—knowing you’re my lord
finding your promises of hope—the words you spoke
friends beside me on this road—to share the load
pouring my heart out unto you—and listening too
resting in your perfect love—i can’t get enough
these things that i could never live without
the means of grace to guide my heart
when i’m lost in this world of doubt
you bring me home
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"One Day at a Time"... (from Hans' girlfriend Rachel)
Soon the sun will shine again
Soon things will be fine
Until it does, trust God above
And take one day at a time.
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Isaiah 43 (from my Aunt Jan)
Fear not, I have redeemed you.
I have called you by name.
You are mine.
When you go through deep waters and great trouble I will be with you.
When you go through the rivers of difficulty you will not drown.
When you walk through the fire of oppression you shall not be burned up.
The flames will not consume you.
For I am the Lord, your God, the Holy One...Your Savior...
You are precious to me.
You are honored and I love you.
Do not be afraid for I am with you."
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Toward Jerusalem (from my Aunt Jan)
Thou art the Lord who slept upon the pillow,
Thou art the Lord who soothed the furious sea,
What matter beating wind and tossing billow
If only we are in the boat with Thee!
Hold us in quiet through the age-long minute
While Thou art silent, and the wind is shrill:
Can the boat sink while Thou, dear Lord, art in it?
Can the heart faint that waiteth on Thy will?