Being Honest With You
I've been silent on the infertility front lately, not because I have nothing to say about that, but because I'm afraid I will either bore you or weird you out and then you won't read my blog anymore. (Sound like kindergarten? "You wanna be my best friend?") So do me a favor; if you stop reading my blog, don't tell me. I like it better thinking at any time I could have zero or a hundred readers. Keeps things interesting, you know?
Anyway.
I wrestle with my infertility Every Single Day. Sometimes every single hour. Honestly. It's a wrestling match between my desires and what is apparently God's will for me, and it goes on all the time. I'm constantly going in the following pattern: Wanting a baby so badly. Seeing or hearing about yet another person who is pregnant or just had a baby. Feeling my heart literally ache. Feeling jealous over their blessing. Feeling guilty about feeling jealous. Reminding myself that God has chosen this path for me ON PURPOSE. Remembering that He does not make mistakes. Trying to praise Him for that fact.
I'm very weak at praising the Lord in and for this trial. I was rebuked recently through the testimony of a very dear family member who experienced a miscarriage. That couple was able, through all the tears, to praise the Lord and bring glory to Him. It was such an encouragement to me! I try to do that; oh how I try, but I find more often than not that I fall short and end up finding fault with God. And, in case you were wondering, there is NO fault with God! (I'm the one with the faults.) His way is perfect.
If I could just stay focused on that truth! His way is perfect even when my heart aches. He is still good even when my desires are left unfulfilled. God still loves me. God is completely in control and completely good.
I'm clinging to that right now like a drowning man clings to a life preserver.
And trying to praise the Lord in the midst of it!
Pray for me, will you?
Anyway.
I wrestle with my infertility Every Single Day. Sometimes every single hour. Honestly. It's a wrestling match between my desires and what is apparently God's will for me, and it goes on all the time. I'm constantly going in the following pattern: Wanting a baby so badly. Seeing or hearing about yet another person who is pregnant or just had a baby. Feeling my heart literally ache. Feeling jealous over their blessing. Feeling guilty about feeling jealous. Reminding myself that God has chosen this path for me ON PURPOSE. Remembering that He does not make mistakes. Trying to praise Him for that fact.
I'm very weak at praising the Lord in and for this trial. I was rebuked recently through the testimony of a very dear family member who experienced a miscarriage. That couple was able, through all the tears, to praise the Lord and bring glory to Him. It was such an encouragement to me! I try to do that; oh how I try, but I find more often than not that I fall short and end up finding fault with God. And, in case you were wondering, there is NO fault with God! (I'm the one with the faults.) His way is perfect.
If I could just stay focused on that truth! His way is perfect even when my heart aches. He is still good even when my desires are left unfulfilled. God still loves me. God is completely in control and completely good.
I'm clinging to that right now like a drowning man clings to a life preserver.
And trying to praise the Lord in the midst of it!
Pray for me, will you?
Comments
Let me clarify that I love my son dearly and view him as an absolute miracle and incredible blessing from the Lord. I don't think that wanting another child means that I'm not thankful for the son I have. It's because Noah is such a blessing that I'd like more children.
Why do most people want more children? Is it because they find their first child to be insufficient and unsatisfying for them? I don't think so. I think it's because the Lord put into some people the desire for more children. "Behold children are a gift of the Lord... How blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them..." Ps 127:3a, 5a
Some quivers are full at one, others at 2, and others at 8 or more! I think my problem right now is accepting with joy that my ideal quiver size is different from what the Lord has in mind for me.
Thanks again for your comments and for taking time to read my blog. :)