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).
Ready or not, the holidays arrived. This year is a different experience altogether. In 2020, many of us had interrupted adoptions, delayed procedures, miscarriages, and a hundred other losses. It has been a difficult season to say, “Thank you,” to God.
Like many women, experiencing pregnancy and becoming a mom was something I dreamed about since I was a little girl. Coming from a relatively large family, I never thought we would struggle to conceive.
For those of us who have experienced infertility, we know it can be a very lonely, confusing, and often seemingly endless road. Aside from the emotional toll it can take on a marriage, it presents a tremendous financial burden as well.
As a childhood cancer survivor, I knew my ability to have children biologically was very unlikely due to the damage caused by the treatments and surgeries my body endured.
If we’re not careful, we can start to think of ourselves as “The Woman Who Miscarries.” We might begin to live life as though that’s who we are at our core. Read further for an understanding of who we really are and what can sustain us through the losses.
I was broken by each one of my miscarriages. Individually they brought, heartache, pain, grief and questions. Oh, so many questions. But there is one within the group that I am thankful for.
