Motherhood is a concept that quickly becomes tarnished in the midst of infertility. In the midst of poking and prodding and appointment after appointment, it’s easy to lose heart. Especially when May rolls around and everything emphasizes the joy and importance of motherhood.This isn't just a piece on infertility, it's a piece on friendship. It's about seeing, truly seeing, the hurt in your friend's life and speaking to that hurt with the truth of the Gospel. Click To Tweet
I wrote about this ache on Her View from Home this week. But this isn’t just a piece on infertility, it’s a piece on friendship. It’s about seeing, truly seeing, the hurt in your friend’s life and speaking to that hurt with the truth of the Gospel. And I’m so thankful for those who have and continue to do that for me. It’s about seeing what is broken and reclaiming the story to remember that God’s plans always supersede our own assumptions. It’s about trusting that, in His time, He reveals what we need.
Ever since I was a little girl, I’ve wanted to be a mom. When I close my eyes, I can picture those early memories—me toting around my little Bitty Baby in a carrier while my mom pushed my little brother in the stroller. It is so ingrained in who I am as a person, that whether or not I would have kids was never a question, just how many and when.
But that all changed a few years ago when the doctors made it clear in no uncertain terms that it wasn’t in the picture for me, and a dream I didn’t even know was a dream was ripped from my hands.
And I cried. . . read the full post here.