A few weeks ago, I sat down with Ashley. Ashley and I spent the last year at UGA together. When we weren't at Winder-Barrow high School education the future leaders of North Georgia, we were somewhere writing something to be turned into someone with the first name "Dr." As she and I sat in her living room, we talked and reminisced about one of the hardest but best years of our lives. I couldn't help but wonder what our futures would bring. When we were at UGA, we had hopes, aspirations and dreams. We continued to talk and share them even after graduation.
Ashley called me about tow years go, and we talked for a while. We don't talk as often as we once did, but when we do, we can pick right back where we left off in 2009. She was trying to get pregnant, and it wasn't working. She was upset and had many thoughts running through her head. She prayed. Her husband prayed. I prayed. She would fail to conceive, and we'd all pray again. This repeated itself multiple times. I think Ashley and I became closer during this time than we were when we spent every day together. Throughout her struggle to get pregnant, I prayed for her, and I prayed that God would send her a baby. I wasn't always sure God would, but I prayed and I hoped. There was something about my hopeful prayer combined with her hopeful prayer that kept us both going.
Ashley had to wait. It was a long wait, and often she felt like she suffered. Many of us feel like that when God makes us wait on Him. We think He will come through, but oh! The wait is so long! Throughout the next few weeks, we will fast and pray. We will prepare ourselves for a time that is somber A time of mourning; a time for weeping; we will wait. Waiting is hard. We spend much of the time praying, hoping, and waiting in expectation. Throughout the next forty days, as you fast and wait for the time when you will get your caffeine or sweets back, think of what this wait means. The next forty days were some of the hardest for Jesus. He was waiting in expectation, but He knew He would have to suffer before a celebration.
We've all heard the saying "There has to be a storm before a rainbow." I watched the storm, but the rainbow was beautiful. Ashley and I weren't the only two people in her living room that day. Baby Hudson traveled from my arms to her arms for about two hours as we watched him. I was reminded of the Hope that my God brings. There is something about a baby. His little hands, feet, nose, and the story that I knew was behind his creation made it even more special. I'm glad Ashley could wait, but most of all, I'm glad Jesus accepted His wait. I'm even gladder that Jesus accepted His fate so that I could have Hope of one day meeting my God face to face.