As I observed this vacant scene on the shores of Lake Erie, I marveled at the wonder of God’s creation and how, every year, He allows nearly every sign of life to be obscured by ice, freezing temperatures and snow.
When we first started trying for a baby two and a half years ago, the early months held tendrils of hope. My mind swam with thoughts of our future family, not thinking for a moment of the difficulty we might face along the way.
It was 6AM, and my eyes were heavy as I tried to make sense of the Scripture passage laid out in front of me.
Infertility is a physical problem, but it has ramifications that go far beyond the physical. God gave us not just a body, but a mind, heart, and soul (Matthew 22:37).
How do we Hope? How can we be hopeful during and through all the no's, not yet, waiting? Are you feeling cautiously optimistic or some people say cautiously hopeful? We here all the time "I'm feeling sort of hopeful but not getting my hopes up about this cycle, this treatment, this ____." In doing so and taking such a "off hands" approach are we putting God in a box with our feeble, little un-hopeful prayers and petitions... so what do we do then?
