She threw her toys out of the cot. She screamed and cried like a spoilt brat. What did all that wait talk mean now when it seemed so impossible? What she saw in her review mirror was evidence of her dillusions. But did He not say, “wait, and I’ll come through for you”? Did He not confirm that the answer is “Yes!”? Now it seems to be more immovable than a mountain and her faith smaller than the smallest mustard seed. Those words whispered in the secret, quiet place seem now to be the mumbles of a mad woman, desperate to have her way. She was so sure they were the words of the most faithful and steadfast, prayer answering God.Faith is not an easy thing. But Faith works in the realm of the impossible.