I so often talk about my perspective about how God is using our infertility for good. Yet, I want to also remember these impossible times of hurt. Where I don’t understand. Where I cry out. Where the tears just flow. Where I am on my knees broken, while watching all those around me conceive so simply, and we receive another no. Another failed cycle. Where my heart is so broken, angry, frustrated, defeated. These feelings and this brokenness exists and need to be remembered.
Because I want these moments to be part, JUST PART OF THE STORY. I am hoping with every-fiber-of-my-being that they just are part of the story. The part that I get to look back on and show God’s amazing glory. To show His story. A story I hope I get to tell a future child about how God is loving. He is there for us. Even when it feels like he has left you alone. Even when it feels like he is giving everyone else around you the desires of your heart. Even when you want to scream and cry and run far away. Even when it feels like He is against you. It’s all part of His plan and to continue to be faithful and cling to the Lord.
Will you all lift us up in prayer to stay close to the Lord amidst the unbearable pain and the anger? To continue to reach out and to fall into the arms of Jesus and not believe the lies that he has forgotten us.