Amy Trammel | Bossier City, Louisiana Local Leader
When I first met my husband, Michael, I had just been diagnosed with Polycystic Ovary Syndrome and endometriosis. God connected me to the most amazing doctor who began planning for surgery, drilling, and ablation to happen in the early part of Summer. I met Michael, my now husband, just a few weeks prior.
One day in the car, I broke down, telling him that after years of health issues, kids were likely not an option. Seeing how much Michael loved his nephews made me incredibly sad. But Michael chose to take me on a date. He chose to fall in love with me. And ultimately, still married me. He was right there to take care of me in the recovery of my first surgery, when I started hormone therapy, and on the dreadful day in January of 2015 when my doctor told me that what we tried did not work.
We had to decide – put me in a menopausal state for 3-5 years or start trying to conceive. Michael and I were engaged at that point, so with months of hormone therapy ahead of us, we decided to try to conceive as soon as we got married. We naively believed we would conceive on our honeymoon. Doctors and medicine; what could go wrong, right? Everything. We’d get the meds right one month, and the next everything would be out of whack. In the meantime, though, I was blessed to meet a great friend who was also walking this path.
For the first six months it’s easy to keep hope, but after that it’s easy to fall into a dark place. Especially when you don’t know who you should rely on. I kept reciting my favorite verse, Proverbs 3:5-6, but soon realized that I wasn’t fully trusting Him as I should be.
Before Christmas, the doctor’s office called to let me know that I would need surgery again. The sadness in the nurse’s voice broke me. Michael and I had made plans to pick out a couch with my father-in-law that evening as an early Christmas present, but I was not in the mood. I left Michael at the furniture store and wandered into Hobby Lobby. I walked around in tears, angry and frustrated, not understanding and not knowing where to turn.
Then I noticed a sign with Jeremiah 29:11 on it. I suddenly felt compelled to purchase it and rushed to the register. I hung it in the hallway where I would see it multiple times daily. That was the first moment I felt Jesus pull my eyes to Him. That happened repeatedly over the next few years – little reminders in low moments that He had me. I slowly started realizing that instead of being angry at God, I needed to be telling Him that I’m mad, sad, confused, and lost. As we draw near to Him, He comforts us in our trials.
In January 2016, I changed jobs and met the most amazing, supportive, God-loving woman who took the time to listen. God used her in a big, BIG way. I found myself opening up to her about our struggle and she encouraged me, prayed with me, and brought me church. I still struggled, but I found myself healing much quicker.
One day I heard Mercy Me’s “Even If” and the testimony behind it and it hit me. Regardless of what may happen, IT IS WELL WITH MY SOUL. I realized that I have walked this walk with some really high highs and some really low lows, but every bit of it was for a reason.
Today, I can 100 percent stand on my two feet with eyes closed and my hands lifted to the Lord and shout that it is well with my soul.
It’s all in His hands; it’s all for His purpose. If I never bring a child into this world, I can still bring others who are lost and without hope to the Lord. God blessed me with an amazing, supportive husband, a family who loves us and the Lord, and irreplaceable friends who have swooped in countless times to remind me how blessed I am.
God put it heavy on my heart to speak out about my infertility. He led others to seek me out to talk about their suffering. He eventually moved us to a new church where the church leaders immediately recognized the need for an infertility ministry and pumped so much prayer and support into its development. God also crossed my path with Anna, and I learned about Waiting in Hope. I was floored and incredibly humbled as WiH Bossier City began taking shape, even in the midst of a devastating church fire. I love our group, the friendships we’ve made, the support we’ve given each other, and above all else, having the opportunity to see women seek out the Lord and accept Him and His guidance in this season of their lives.
Amy Trammel is a Launch Coordinator for (WiH) Waiting in Hope Ministries and a local WiH group leader in Bossier City, Louisiana. She is married to the man of her dreams and spends her free time managing an Instagram account for the little love of her life, her bulldog, Burger. Amy firmly believes that God granted her the gift of gab, and hasn’t stopped talking since.
