We were made to be seen.
We long to be noticed.
Because if we are seen, then maybe we’ll be understood.
The loneliest times in my life have been filled with moments such as these.Read More
I glanced down at my shoes when the conversation changed to pregnancy.
I reached over and wrapped my arm around Selah, hugging the very manifestation to a promise. Reminding myself of His faithfulness once before through her story, choosing hope. Again. Knowing that He is man true to His word, what He has promised He will do. That one day, it will be me sharing about a miracle pregnancy.
Baby showers still sting. Really bad. And that annoys me.
Because so much healing has happened in my heart. All of these years have passed, us still waiting on this miracle, and my heart looks very different from when we began this journey. I know Him more than I ever have before. He is more to me the Gift, the promise, the blessing, than ever. It’s Him I want.Read More
Infertility is not who I am.
It's not even what my story is about.
It's just a chapter in my story, a season. And one day, before we know it, the page will turn and this chapter of infertility will come to an end. This season of infertility will be over and this promise that we have prayed for so long will be right before our eyes.
Even then, I never want to forget what I've learned here. How I've needed Him. How He has become THE gift. How He has become THE promise. How I've found places of His heart I would have never found if it wasn't for infertility.Read More