When Amos & I were first married, we moved a load of small square bales. By the time we were done, I was almost in tears. Amos was chattering away, oblivious to me and I was so hurt by how clearly he seemed to be dismissing me & my pain. Which I told him. To…
Many years ago I spent some time studying Sarah, Rebekah, Rachel, Hannah, Samson’s mother, and Elizabeth in the Bible. Their connection? Infertility is part of their story. That study has impacted my journey and my writing a lot– but one particular part was (what I would call) “the exclamation point” on my wrestling with God…
Seven years. Seven long years passed after we started praying for a baby. Seven years that led us through a miscarriage, a failed adoption, a successful older child adoption—and then, finally, to the moment when we were matched with a birth mother. We were so excited and so scared and so ready to welcome a…
When the years of infertility reached the decade mark, I spent a lot of time praying about writing another book about infertility. It had been five years since I wrote Pain Redeemed and I wasn’t sure if I had another whole book’s worth of comments, but I realized I did have a few thing to say. …
We went through the adoption process four times during our infertility journey. (Note: we ended up only bringing two children home. You can read that whole story in my book, Counting Grains of Sand.) I can tell you, without question or qualm, that adopting did not and could not fix our infertility. It wasn’t a…
Every month the list got longer. I wanted a baby so desperately and when the years of infertility started marking up my life with sorrow and loss and sadness—I was determined to do everything within my power to change it. My diet. My doctor. My daily life. Each month I worked at more, hoping to…
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