As my husband and I began to try for a family, my heart was hopeful and expectant. Surely, God would give us this family that our hearts longed for, wouldn’t he? As months passed and this dream seemed further out of reach, my heart became doubtful and even fearful.
Proclaiming God's Goodness: Glenna's Story
For the better part of fifteen years, I have lived my life in two-week increments. If infertility was a sea of impossibilities, I was determined to ride the wave of hope for as long as I possibly could. But is hope really hope if it can be swallowed up in despair every two weeks?
You're in Saturday
When you stop and think about it, Good Friday and Easter Sunday seem to receive all the focus. But what about Saturday? What was that day like?
A Good, Good Father
Good Book: Every Bitter Thing Is Sweet
God's Promises: Better Hope Than A Baby
As with other trials in my life, I tried to navigate infertility like a good Christian and dove into Scripture. But my goal wasn’t to know God better or deepen my gratitude for salvation. I wanted assurance He’d give me a baby