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).
This isn’t just any kind of hope – it’s an expectant hope - not the kind that makes us stay in a place of wishful thinking, doubt, and frustration. A hope that draws us closer to Jesus and that our souls find rest in. Not a hope that expects only a YES from God, but one that knows He has plans for us and our future kids (biological or adopted).
