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.