This is a season of emptiness. Infertility has dealt a hard blow to me and to my husband. But in these days, God’s goodness reaches out and shows me a sign that He is working and carrying me through. The work of grace is never done and God is redeeming every painful, confusing moment for His purposes.
Last week, I was offered a spot as a guest contributor with the site Her View From Home. I am so grateful for this opportunity and to see where God guides my next steps. Reaching out and sharing the depth of my pain was not how I anticipated I would start out in the writing world, but already I see God using my pain to create something beautiful.
The sound of little feet trekking through the hallway was the soundtrack of my life growing up. As the oldest of 10, my life was full of diaper changes and learning to read and watching baseball games. Kids were never a question, they were an assumed part of the scenery.
As I look around my house, puppies have attempted to occupy the space I always assumed a child would in vying for my attention as I read and write. There are messes but it’s only because I’ve taken my sweet time in cleaning them up.
When I saw my future, it was clear. There would be babies. How many babies was up for debate but I never doubted that my arms would be full of them . . . Continue reading here.