This is my tenth Christmas without a baby.
Twice we came close.
Once with a positive pregnancy test in October that would have been the answer to my “announce a baby on Christmas” prayer, but instead left me crying on the bathroom floor. That was the year the holidays were just too hard and I never hung a single decoration.
The next time was in 2014 when our little to-be-adopted baby was born in October… and died in November without ever leaving the NICU.
Through it all, I’ve learned to be thankful for the gifts I have, and I carry an unwavering hope for someday, but there isn’t hope for this Christmas, and that leaves me feeling empty and lost as the holidays unfold. I find myself fighting a desire to pack up the dreams and throw them away. To pretend everything is fine and I’m not broken over my broken body. [clickToTweet tweet=”I find myself fighting a desire to pretend everything is fine and I’m not broken over my broken body. #infertility” quote=”I find myself fighting a desire to pretend everything is fine and I’m not broken over my broken body. #infertility”]
I’ve struggled lately, that’s the truth. I was pretty much a teary-eyed mess between the anniversary of our baby Annie’s birth and death. I noticed the big kids tiptoeing around me, with worried looks on their faces. I would force a smile for them, then sit in the kitchen and wipe tears for twenty minutes.
It was the loss of what could-have-been, but that was only part of it. I was also crying because I hurt over what-may-never-be.
So, friend, I get it.
I get the feelings of hopelessness and the desire to just pull it all together but feeling so miserable it seems impossible.
I get the tears that just fall whenever they want, not when you want them to. The way you lay crying into your pillow at night, or hold your friend’s baby and your whole chest hurts from the way your heart is breaking.
I get the way the season brings so much wonder, and all the questions of whether or not you’ll ever be able to share your childhood wonders with your own child someday.
I get it.
This season I keep coming back to one phrase: TRUST WITHOUT RESERVATION.
About a month ago I cried through a whole Bible Study one evening. I spent half the night trying to bite my lip hard enough to shock my body out of it’s choice to create tears, and eventually started flipping through my Bible.
I saw it then. Right at the front. A neon orange sticky note with the words trust without reservation scrawled across it.
The definition was written below it in sloppy cursive. True faith does not limit how God works, it just knows He will.
Here I find the thing to cling to through another holiday season without a baby.
My God doesn’t always move the way I want Him to, but He always moves.
[clickToTweet tweet=”My God doesn’t always move the way I want Him to, but He always moves. ” quote=”My God doesn’t always move the way I want Him to, but He always moves. “]
I know this in theory, but also in fact. Though I’ve never born the babies I long for, I have welcomed home two older adopted children. And it was all God, and all good. It wasn’t what I planned, or what I would have written into the script of my life– but it was still God working.
I want a baby and I know God can work miracles in my body and my life to bring me one.
Yet, I am choosing to trust without reservation. I am choosing, again today, to not place limits on how God works.
I am choosing to say, Whatever (whenever) You determine, Lord.
Wherever you are, God is calling you to unreserved trust.
He may not move the way you want Him to, but He is moving.
So this holiday, if you are facing another Christmas without the baby your heart is crying for…
or without a husband…
or without a loved one…
or without financial ease…
or without health…
or without…
Know this today: You do not need to face this Christmas without God’s presence. And when you choose trust, you are ultimately choosing to experience God in a whole new way.
Norma Zehr says
December 19, 2016 at 8:51 pmTashy……wish we could talk sometime. Loved your teaching/story. Love you too. My heart goes out to you. Norma
Natasha Metzler says
December 19, 2016 at 8:53 pm<3 Norma, it was lovely to see you for those few minutes at Auggie's shower-- but I do look forward to a nice long talk some time!
Amanda says
December 18, 2016 at 3:43 amThank you for opening your heart. This has been yet another of your posts that has built me up and encouraged me in my own journey trusting the Lord through very hard times.
Natasha Metzler says
December 19, 2016 at 11:06 amI am so thankful, Amanda! Blessings to you through this season. <3
Alli says
December 17, 2016 at 7:13 pmAs someone who’s been an unwanted child I can speak from experience. I have ‘parents’ who never birthed me who I’d do anything for.
Alli says
December 17, 2016 at 7:10 pmI hate to be THAT commenter but I guess I have a different perspective. You see my home is broken and was filled w drama, conflict and violence growing up. So I have few ‘memories’ of the holidays and well now I have Cancer. But even as an adult I used to want someone to adopt me. To have me over for the holidays. I realize this will not take the sting away of wanting a child. But maybe you can pray for God to lead you to a home or children who are unwanted, believe me there are plenty of those. You may not even have to go thru any agency maybe someone at your church knows of some even teenagers who oft times get left out. I don’t know, I’ve asked for a husband many many years now, much to my dismay He has not answered how I’d hope, but there’s still ppl to be a blessing to to fill up empty areas of our hearts.
Natasha Metzler says
December 18, 2016 at 12:34 amYou are so right, Alli! There are so many perspectives to look from. We DID in fact adopt two older children and it is wonderful to share the holidays with them and create memories. It doesn’t take away the sting of loss, of course, but it is its own kind of beauty.
Praying for you as you face cancer- that God will be close to you. <3
Maria says
December 16, 2016 at 5:23 pmNatasha, I follow you on Facebook and I really enjoy reading your posts . They touch my heart in specific ways that God is speaking to as well. I have unfortunately become “hardened” about Christmas and well, any holiday, really. I’m realizing that it just hurts too much to continue to long for a child. I’ve cut myself off from even dreaming about it anymore (my sister just had her 5th a couple of months ago and oh, how that hurts). I’m still waiting what God has in store as nothing “feels right” (besides having our own, but I’m 42 now and my husband 5 years older and I have health issues that won’t resolve. Yeah, Abraham and Sarah?…). I read your e-book Pain Redeemed; really well written. What deeply spoke to me through that book was that nothing will fulfill me – not having a baby or adopting a child or getting all of my health issues resolved, but only through God/Jesus can I find true fulfillment and happiness. I know that but it helps to be reminded again and again. 😉 So, anyway, I wanted to send you a little encouragement to keep up what you’re doing. 🙂 Have a Merry Christmas. I will too as I keep my focus on the true meaning of it. God bless.
Natasha Metzler says
December 16, 2016 at 5:45 pmOh, Maria, I understand so well. Thank you, thank you, thank you for taking the time to write and encourage me! I need the reminder. It’s my own redemption, you know? God using even this for His glory.
I pray the Lord’s grace into you this holiday season. I pray that He gives you a glimpse of His redemption in you.
Ferial says
December 16, 2016 at 4:50 pmWOW. Natasha, this is just so good. I too have dreamed of announcing a baby on Christmas. And I too know the heart break. God has yet decided to give us a baby, but as you have just reminded and encouraged me, He is still good and He still provides. Always. Thank you for being so vulnerable here. I am always so encouraged by you! Wishing you and your family a very merry Christmas, Ferial.
Natasha Metzler says
December 16, 2016 at 5:52 pmFerial, praying the Lord’s grace into you this Christmas season! Thank you for taking time to encourage me in return. It blesses me so much to hear from readers!
Stephanie Schwartz says
December 17, 2016 at 9:01 amHi Natasha,
As someone who has also struggled with infertility (for 14 years now), I understand what you are feeling. I have also adopted (5) children, but I still always would’ve loved to have a biological baby with my husband. Heartache will still occasionally set in at unexpected moments over it, but a lot less often than it used to. God has filled our home with love, laughter, tears, sibling rivalry, hugs, toys, and everything else that comes with five crazy wonderful kids. I almost get a guilty feeling when I do long for a baby, because God has blessed us so much with the children we do have. My biggest fear is that my children will feel like “they are not enough” for me. So when I do feel the heartache for a baby of my own, I very rarely tell them about it. I have talk to them just a few times about it, but they’re pretty young yet (ages 10-13), and I don’t think they could understand yet, without them feeling like they’ve failed to be the children that “I want”. Which they haven’t failed at that- they don’t even have to try to “be the right kind of child”, because I love them fiercely with my whole heart. I just don’t want them to even FEEL rejected by me. As adopted children, there’s a high chance that they have enough feelings of rejection that they’ll already have to deal with at points in their lives. Like I said though, the days of heartache have declined greatly over the years. I have come to the point in my life that I (mostly) can just relax in God’s plan for my life. He has given me a calm peace about being OK with infertility. It also helps that He’s given me a husband that understands, and is awesome. 😊 Do I have it all together, no haha, but like you said, God is always at work. That includes at work, healing my heart. I can rest in that. 💜
Natasha Metzler says
December 17, 2016 at 9:52 amStephanie, I love this. Time definitely softens things and acceptance is part of this learning and growing life of ours. The years our children came were so full and active, the sorrow of what-wasn’t filled up with the beauty of what-was. This year the sorrow felt like a ton of bricks, and it took me by complete surprise. But it’s all a process. And trust without reservation is my ultimate goal. 🙂
Stephanie Schwartz says
December 17, 2016 at 10:00 amAnd I totally understand that! 💜 Infertility is a journey with lots of twists & turns, and we’re all on different paths at different times. Thankfully God is with us in EVERY path 😊 And I love your goal because it’s mine too! I love the way you write about it. It’s so encouraging & a good reminder to trust.
Natasha Metzler says
December 17, 2016 at 10:13 amI love your story, Stephanie. The way God has eased the sorrow and filled your life to overflowing. That’s just the way He is! And it’s beautiful. You’ve demonstrated “trust without reservation” in an incredible way!
It has been people like you who encourage me to keep writing through these seasons– in hopes that we can all be mentored in using everything (even infertility) as a platform for knowing God more and sharing His love with those around us.