Waited For
- Grace Assad
- 12 hours ago
- 2 min read

Some friendships are forged in challenge. Working weekend nights for years together in the NICU creates truly cherished friendships. The shared trauma of our work binds us together in ways that are difficult to explain. It takes a NICU nurse to understand a NICU nurse. For one friend in particular, it was in the wee hours of the night that conversations were shared, and those conversations soon became shared life. We were always pregnant at the same time—overlapping maternity leaves—and adjusting back to work together. Shared life stages and role changes, our friendship is a gift. A few years back, I saw God doing a work in her that only He could create. He called her and her family to adoption, and I bore witness to four years of expectation and prayer, hopes and hopes dashed, trust and tears. Last summer, I had the very best privilege to watch Him unfold a path with twists they didn’t expect, but ultimately brought the sweetest baby girl into their family. “Waited For” was written for them and for her. A gift of praise to the One who wrote their story long ago and put them all on paths that would become one.
You are the light that we couldn’t imagine
The dance we didn’t know we were dancing
The note we hummed
The song we sung
You are the piece that was always missing
The heart we couldn’t hear beating
You are the one we waited for
We waited for
If you find yourself in a season of waiting—a dark, grief-filled night—I pray you see light—maybe a flicker, maybe a flame, but enough hope to hold onto.





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