Infertility

Last summer I was walking down the dirt road behind our farm and for the first time in years felt like I had something more to say about infertility than what I originally wrote in Pain Redeemed. I went home, opened a new document, and began writing like crazy. Everything poured out in a rapid,…

I’m a fairly sensitive person. I say “fairly” because I don’t always come off as sensitive. It often looks like I am okay, but deep down? I wound easily and have a hard time processing hard things. Because of this, I have a tendency to look ahead to try and prepare myself for painful things….

It’s been over a decade now. A decade of wondering and hoping and praying that God will heal my body and allow it to conceive, carry, and deliver a child. I’ve watched Him move on the behalf of others. I’ve heard the stories of miracles, of friends and relatives who went 7, 10, 15, even…

The wilderness seems like a place of want, but it’s actually a place of plenty– if you know where to look. I learned this the hard way–with hunger and raving thirst clawing, dropping me to my knees in surrender. Just like the Israelites learned to know God in the wilderness, I also met Him there in…

It’s been over a decade now that infertility has marked my life. Long before we brought our adopted children home, I faced off with infertility. I crawled to the feet of Jesus, begging Him to break the hold this agony had on me. I wrote Pain Redeemed from the middle of that place and I…

I still remember the wild fear that rushed through me. The way everything slowed and my heart raced and instinct took over. There is no way I would have had the gumption to take on a two thousand pound mama cow who was charging—except for one small detail: my daughter was on the wrong side…