As I observed this vacant scene on the shores of Lake Erie, I marveled at the wonder of God’s creation and how, every year, He allows nearly every sign of life to be obscured by ice, freezing temperatures and snow.
When we first started trying for a baby two and a half years ago, the early months held tendrils of hope. My mind swam with thoughts of our future family, not thinking for a moment of the difficulty we might face along the way.
It was 6AM, and my eyes were heavy as I tried to make sense of the Scripture passage laid out in front of me.
Infertility is a physical problem, but it has ramifications that go far beyond the physical. God gave us not just a body, but a mind, heart, and soul (Matthew 22:37).
Relating Well with family through one of the most difficult seasons of your life can be a challenge...to say the least. Here are some things that may help our heart and our focus.
Infertility, loss, and waiting are difficult enough without the constant reminders blaring bright red and green on your fridge in the form of effortlessly growing families. So, the big questions we are asking ourselves: how do we still celebrate the holidays? How do we survive without losing our mind or falling apart? We can do more than simply survive this season.
Waiting to be matched with a child can plague us with worries. Shifting our focus from uncertainty to the truth of God and his goodness gives us reassurance that he’s working his plan even when we can’t see it yet.
New team member shares her own journey… As I was waiting, though I didn’t doubt God’s existence, I questioned His goodness, planting this intense desire in my heart while not enabling me to fulfill it. Despite my distrust, He led me through grief and showed me far more goodness He had in store for this season. By His divine orchestration, He brought new friends into my life to shoulder the burden of infertility and to use my pain for His glory.
Adoption 101 : Where to Begin? So perhaps you’re ready to move forward. Maybe you’re thinking, Yes! My heart is ready, and my husband and I believe we should adopt. What now?
A story of loss and seeing God’s redemption and overwhelming pursuit in the midst of grief.
Grief is messy. Processing the grief was messy. When is it ever not messy?
My husband had reached the point of being “okay” about a week later. And that’s okay. I never felt like he expected me to bounce back like he did. He knew I was sad and he stayed right with me. He gave me this picture: It felt like we both fell into a deep pit and just laid there, hurting, and needed time to recover. He was able to sit up and find the ladder to start climbing out. He climbed out but stayed at the top, patiently waiting for me…
