“Couples experiencing infertility often receive well-meaning but extremely insensitive “advice.” We can all list the most popular ones: “Just relax and you’ll get pregnant,” or “adopt and you’ll get pregnant,” of the most painful from those who think they’ve got the goods on God’s plan, “Maybe God never meant for you to have children.” The sheer audacity of making a statement like that never fails to amaze me.<\/p>\n
These same people would never walk up to someone seeking treatment for cancer and say, “Maybe God never meant for you to live.” However, because I am infertile, I’m supposed to get on with my life. It’s hard to understand that people cannot see infertility for what it is, a disease for which I have to seek treatment. What if Jonas Salk had said to the parents of polio victims, “Maybe God meant for thousands of our children to be cripples, live in an iron lung or die.” What if he’d never tried to find a cure? Who could think for one minute that that was God’s plan?<\/p>\n
What do I think God meant when he gave me infertility?<\/p>\n
I think he meant for my husband and I to grow closer, become stronger, love deeper. I think God meant for us to find the fortitude within ourselves to get up every time infertility knocks us down. I think God meant for our medical community to discover medicines, invent medical equipment, create procedures and protocols. I think God meant for us to find a cure for infertility.<\/p>\n
No, God never meant for me not to have children. That’s not my destiny; that’s just a fork in the road I’m on. I’ve been placed on the road less traveled, and like it or not, I’m a better person for it. Clearly, God meant for me to develop more compassion, deeper courage, and greater inner strength on this journey to resolution, and I haven’t let him down.<\/p>\n
Frankly, if the truth be known, I think God has singled me out for a special treatment. I think God meant for me to build a thirst for a child so strong and so deep that when that baby is finally placed in my arms, it will be the longest, coolest, most refreshing drink I’ve ever known.<\/p>\n
While I would never choose infertility, I cannot deny that a fertile woman could never know the joy that awaits me. Yes, one way or another, I will have a baby of my own. And the next time someone wants to offer me unsolicited advice I’ll say, “Don’t tell me what God meant when he handed me infertility. I already know.”<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
One day God will give us the gift of a child, it may not come all wrapped up with a nice shiny bow on it, but it will be a gift from God. And, I for one will say that there was no way I was not meant to be a mom. We will have a family one day, whether it’s biologically or through adoption. <\/p>\n Each November Brian, our pastor at Encounter, does a series that talks about storms. One year it was titled “storm chasers” and another was called “chase the lion”, it’s where he sits down with couples\/individuals and talks to them about a “storm” they have gone through. These “storms” as we call it could be dealing with grief from losing a loved one, or a spouse who had an affair and they worked through it and recommitted their life to one another. Well, this is our storm and how we handle it will be our testimony to others. This topic always reminds me of the Casting Crowns song, “Praise You In The Storm”. As we sang it on Sunday, it has a whole new meaning now! I love this song:<\/p>\n Praise you in this storm <\/p>\n I was sure by now,God, that You would have reached down Chorus: I remember when I stumbled in the wind I lift my eyes onto the hills I say our battle because I’m not the only one going through this, I’m not the only one whose not able to have a baby. Jonathan has to go through the disappointment just as much as I do. I received … Continue reading ![\"Day](\"http:\/\/farm4.static.flickr.com\/3474\/3208298722_458dce6702_m.jpg\")
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\nand wiped our tears away,
\nstepped in and saved the day.
\nBut once again, I say amen
\nand it’s still raining
\nas the thunder rolls
\nI barely hear You whisper through the rain,
\n“I’m with you”
\nand as Your mercy falls
\nI raise my hands and praise
\nthe God who gives and takes away.<\/p>\n
\nAnd I’ll praise you in this storm
\nand I will lift my hands
\nfor You are who You are
\nno matter where I am
\nand every tear I’ve cried
\nYou hold in your hand
\nYou never left my side
\nand though my heart is torn
\nI will praise You in this storm<\/p>\n
\nYou heard my cry to You
\nand raised me up again
\nmy strength is almost gone how can I carry on
\nif I can’t find You
\nand as the thunder rolls
\nI barely hear You whisper through the rain
\n“I’m with you”
\nand as Your mercy falls
\nI raise my hands and praise
\nthe God who gives and takes away<\/p>\n
\nwhere does my help come from?
\nMy help comes from the Lord, the maker of heaven and earth
\nI lift my eyes onto the hills
\nwhere does my help come from?
\nMy help comes from the Lord, the maker of heaven and earth <\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"