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.
The enemy is the stealer, killer, and destroyer. But God. He comes in and rewrites. What the enemy means for evil, He turns around for good. And Papa has done that in my story. Even now, before we’ve seen the manifestation of this promise, before healing has come.
You really can have hope in the middle of despair. You really can find a beautiful oasis, a garden in the middle of the driest desert. You don’t have to wait until you meet your husband, or get pregnant, or finally get that job, or receive healing. Right where you are now, in the middle of the hard, you can find grace in the wilderness.
You can find Him.
