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…
Twelve years ago I would have told you that my husband wasn’t a very romantic guy. Which was okay with me, for the most part. I wanted to marry a guy with substance. One who had a backbone, a heart for the Lord, and a willingness to get his hands dirty working hard. Actually, I…
Every story has a season of waiting and perhaps it shouldn’t have surprised me when mine was longer and harder than I expected. I felt the marks of time. I could follow them by counting my nieces and nephews who were born like clockwork. By each Christmas there was a new baby in our family…
When October comes each year, I watch the dates on my calendar. The days arrive slowly, in order. The day I miscarried the first time, followed by Annie’s birthday. She would have been six this year if we had been able to bring her home. Slicing grief that still stings. Grief that is muffled by…
When I trace the story of God through my life, I find one startling fact: He’s never lacked in faithfulness. Through the years that infertility plagued me, I faltered so often. I questioned and accused and fought against the goodness of God. If you trace the story of God through Scripture, you’ll find that He…
I’m convinced there is nothing more heart-crushing than facing a moment when it feels like you have to choose between your children. The day we finally made phone calls and placed one of our children in out-of-home respite care for an extended period, was the day I realized I was going to lose my other…
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