Saturday, April 23, 2022

The Love of God

 I happened upon this poem by Freda Hanbury Allen during my first pregnancy over 40 years ago. I had suffered severe morning sickness (hyperemesis gravidarum), lost 20 pounds and then capped it off with a virus that caused a fever, rash, and severe arthritic symptoms.  I read Allen's poem, based on Jeremiah 29:11, every day throughout that time of suffering and fear for our baby's health.  

In the fifth month of my pregnancy the Lord caused my path to cross with a woman who asked if she could pray for our baby.  She placed her hands on my small baby bump and when she prayed, I felt the child leap within me.  A sonogram a few weeks later renewed my hope for our child; all looked normal. Our healthy baby girl was born in November of 1980, and is now the mother of our three beautiful grandsons. 

When we go through difficult times, it is important to remember that God's love is with us and that it is safe to place our hope in the future He has planned.  

Poem based on Jeremiah 29:11 by Freda Hanbury Allen

The love of God a perfect plan
Is planning now for thee,
It holds a “future and a hope,”
Which yet thou canst not see.

Though for a season, in the dark,
He asks thy perfect trust,
E’en that thou in surrender “lay
Thy treasure in the dust,”

Yet He is planning all the while,
Unerringly He guides
The life of him, who holds His will
More dear than all besides.

Trust were not trust if thou couldst see
The ending of the way,
Nor couldst thou learn His songs by night,
Were life one radiant day.

Amid the shadows here He works
The plan designed above,
“A future and a hope” for thee
In His exceeding love.

“A future”– abiding fruit,
With loving kindness crowned;
“A hope”– which shall thine own transcend,
As Heaven the earth around.

Though veiled as yet, one day thine eyes
Shall see His plan unfold,
And clouds that darkened once the path
Shall shine with Heaven’s gold.

Enriched to all eternity
The steadfast soul shall stand,
That, “unoffended”, trusted Him
Who all life’s pathway planned.

I have an heritage of bliss,
Which yet I may not see;
The Hand that bled to make it mine,
Is keeping it for me.”


  1. Went through the same with my babies...spent pregnancies in bed/hospital...only intravenous feeding...thought the first one was because of fertility drug...but then a miscarriage...then the second pregnancy...same...we did not live near family, so my little one year old son sat by the couch...husband did so much also...we were blessed with a son and daughter 20 months apart...we were told, because of the meds they tried to help me with, there might be learning disabilities (before they were born)...they graduated one year apart as valedictorians and aced college/law school...miracles...miracles...many prayers brought these two in the they are 51 and almost 50...the daughter almost 50 has three girls 22-almost 17...the son 51 has two sons just turned 10 and 7 l/2...miracles continue...I enjoy your blog...keep writing...

    1. Your story brings tears of empathy and then praise to the Lord for promises fulfilled. Thank you so much for sharing, you have encouraged my heart this morning.