Sharing My Heart On Infertility

This really sums up a lot about how I feel about our infirtility. I thought it would be a great post for those that are not infertile, trying to understand the mind of those of us who can't conceive and also for those that struggle with being infertile and only look at it as a curse. We all have been given a "lot" or "cross to bear" in life. What are you going to do with what has been given to you? I don't want regrets of complaining and murmuring to the Lord. I love where God has placed us and though sometimes I am saddened at the reality that we do not have children yet, overall, I feel blessed because I am not in this alone. I have my best friend standing beside me, holding my hand. And most of all, we together, have the Lord guiding us and giving us strength to endure when it seems as though we are weak. Thank you Lord for all you do for us! 

What God Meant
Author Unknown

What do I think God meant when He gave me infertility?

I think He meant for my husband and I to grow closer, become stronger, love deeper.

I think God meant for us to find the fortitude within ourselves to get up every time infertility knocks us down.

I think God meant for our medical community to discover medicines, invent medical equipment, create procedures and protocols.

I think God meant for us to find a cure for fertility.

No, God never meant for me to not have children.

That's not my destiny; that's just a fork in the road I'm on.

I've been placed on the road less traveled, and like it or not, I'm a better person for it.

Clearly, God meant for me to develop more compassion, deeper courage, and greater inner strength on this journey to resolution, and I haven't let Him down.

Frankly, if the truth be known, I think God singled me out for special treatment.

I think God meant for me to build a thirst for a child so strong and so deep that when that baby is finally placed in my arms, it will be the longest, coolest, most refreshing drink I've ever known.

While I would never have chosen infertility, I cannot deny that a fertile woman could ever experience the joy that I know awaits me.

Yes, one way or another, I will have a baby of my own.

And the next time someone wants to offer me unsolicited advice, I'll say, "Don't tell me what God meant when He handed me infertility. I already know."