This week has been National Infertility Awareness Week. I've been hearing the voices of so many sisters who are wading these waters of infertility. My heart aches for you, yet I know what can be found in the midst of what looks like complete brokenness.
On the cold tiles of my bathroom floor, the morning after we found out our last IUI had failed, I decided I was going to love the Giver more than the gift. It was in the brokenness of my body, and what seemed like unanswered prayers, I found my One true love. Jesus. In the hard and all the pain, I found an invitation from Him in it, to come in closer, to walk deeper into His heart.
He's the gift. He is enough. He also redeems and rewrites stories, turning the most broken places in our life to beauty. In the meantime, while we wait, He gives us grace in this wilderness.
If you don't follow me on Facebook, I would love for you to journey along. I told our story of infertility from the beginning in a video. I am praying it brings life and healing to weary hearts in the midst of such pain and an achy wait.
I was so honored to be a voice among several other of my sweet blog friends, talking about why we are thankful for infertility. I would love for you to head over to my friend, Caroline's blog and pray you are encouraged in your wait as you read those words.
If you are interested in reading more posts I've written on infertility, you can click on the links below. I hope they bring to you encouragement, sister! Just know, you are not alone. You are seen. You are heard. And you have hope.