About a year ago from today, I sat on my bedroom floor, trying to be as quiet as I could so I didn’t wake my Matron of Honor. (Shout out to her btw, she’s awesome and you can watch her shine on YouTube by clicking this.)
But yeah, I was sitting there, the night before my wedding, writing out my last letter to my future husband. They were letters about the prayers I’d prayed, the dreams I’d had, and the hopes I’d hoped for him and us.
They were all inside this leather bound journal, which had Psalms 34:7 on the cover. The next morning as we were getting ready, I passed it off to my ring bearer who then gave it to the man I was just a couple hours away from marrying.
I honestly have no idea what all it was that I wrote to him. But I remember one specific poem, that I placed at the very beginning. It’s a poem that has stuck with me for years and years. And today, I’ll share it with you.
“Within my heart a garden grows,
wild with violets and fragrant rose.
Bright daffodils line the narrow path,
my footsteps silent as I pass.
Sweet tulips nod their heads in rest;
I kneel in prayer to seek God’s best.
For round my garden a fence stands firm
to guard my heart so I can learn
who should enter, and who should wait
on the other side of my locked gate.
I clasp the key around my neck
and wonder if the time is yet.
If I unlocked the gate today, would you come in? Or run away?
I do not want to hold this key. Lord, will You keep it safe for me? And when he comes, if he’s the one, You’ll unlock the gate. Until then, I’ll wait.
-Robin Jones Gunn
In an immediate world, with not a whole lot of patience, I hope that you make the time to wait for God’s best. Whether that’s in love or otherwise.
Because it really is worth the wait.
“Wait on the Lord, be of good courage and He shall strengthen thine heart. Wait, I say, on the Lord.”