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…
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. …
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…
Let me start this post out by acknowledging that I am so thankful and blessed to have experienced a miracle pregnancy. Our daughter is 15 months old as of this writing and she is a JOY. But experiencing the fulfillment of something (be it marriage, parenthood, or anything else you’ve spent years waiting for) doesn’t mean the…
Infertility is like a starving monster sometimes. It just eats and eats and eats, leaving heartbreak and sorrow in its wake. But it doesn’t have to. There is always grace for those struggling through fresh sorrow. It really is okay to mourn the holiday season. It’s okay to just take a year or two off….
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…
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