Nancy Moser

Nancy Moser is the award-winning author of over twenty inspirational novels. Her genres include contemporary stories including John 3:16 and Time Lottery, and historical novels of real women-of-history including Just Jane (Jane Austen) and Washington's Lady (Martha Washington). Her newest historical novels are Masquerade and An Unlikely Suitor. Nancy and her husband Mark live in the Midwest. She’s earned a degree in architecture, traveled extensively in Europe, and has performed in numerous theaters, symphonies, and choirs. She gives Sister Circle Seminars around the country, helping women identify their gifts as they celebrate their sisterhood. She is a fan of anything antique—humans included. Find out more at and and her historical blog:

Pregnant Waiting

The Lord watches over you—
the Lord is your shade at your right hand;
the sun will not harm you by day, nor the moon by night.

Psalm 121:5–6

We are all waiting. For something. For someone.

I’m horrible at waiting. I avoid it all day long.

Some waits are annoying and mundane: choosing the shortest line at the grocery store; getting peeved when my computer doesn’t give me what I want in a nanosecond; waiting for people who are late. And when I’m in the drive-through lane at McDonald’s, don’t you dare make me pull forward and wait for that McRib without onions.

Some waits are full of anticipation: Christmas, birthday celebrations, vacations . . .

But for my purposes, I’m going to ignore these mundane waits and anticipated waits. They aren’t the issue. My issue.

The waiting that challenges me are the waits that involve yes-no issues: waiting for a yes on a contract or a job, waiting for medical test results, waiting for news that a loved one is safe, waiting for our daughter to get pregnant with a longed-for child . . .

Waiting for life-changing moments can be excruciating.

In The Message, Romans 8 says that waiting “does not diminish us, any more than waiting diminishes a pregnant mother. We are enlarged in the waiting. We, of course, don’t see what is enlarging us. But the longer we wait, the larger we become, and the more joyful our expectancy.” Think of our waiting as the expanding belly of a mother. How visual is that?

Things happen to us while we wait. We get a chance to learn patience (you notice I didn’t say we learn patience, but we get a chance to learn patience); we are usually brought down to our lowest lows as we expect the worst; and we feel a desperate ache inside, a hole that needs to be filled. As people of faith, sooner or later (may it be sooner) we realize the only One to fill that hole and relieve that ache is God.

We turn to Him and cry and beg and give Him all the rational and emotional reasons behind our desires and hopes. We may even doubt He is listening. We complain about the wait. We beg some more. And usually, finally, we give up—not on the prayers, but on believing we need to (or even can) determine the outcome. In that surrender we become “enlarged” and fully pregnant with the waiting. We’re pregnant with anticipation of His will being accomplished. We’re ready for the baby to be born.

Romans 8:28 says (MSG):

The moment we get tired in the waiting, God’s Spirit is right alongside helping us along. If we don’t know how or

what to pray, it doesn’t matter. He does our praying in and for us, making prayer out of our wordless sighs, our aching groans. He knows us far better than we know ourselves, knows our pregnant condition, and keeps us present before God. That’s why we can be sure that every detail in our lives of love for God is worked into something good.

We all want answers now. But if we acknowledge there is a purpose to the waiting (making us turn to God), there is growth in the waiting (making our faith grow), and even power in the waiting (God’s power, accomplishing His will), then we can see the waiting as a blessing.

Yes indeed, we are all waiting for something and someone. We’re all waiting for an eternal life spent in Jesus’ presence. And yet, we have that now. Here. For He is with us always. “I’m absolutely convinced that nothing—nothing living or dead, angelic or demonic, today or tomorrow, high or low, thinkable or unthinkable—absolutely nothing can get between us and God’s love because of the way that Jesus our Master has embraced us” Rom. 8:38–39 MSG).

He is worth the wait.

By the way . . . our daughter just found out she’s pregnant.

God is never late and never early. He knows what He’s doing, even—especially—in the waiting.


Nancy Moser