I Finally Made It

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There I was in Wal-Mart dashing in between the aisles of shampoo and body wash, trying to avoid anyone I knew as I raced to “the aisle”.  Once I arrived, I made one quick glance to the left and then to the right, ensuring that the coast was clear.  With no one in sight, I grabbed the box of First Response Early Responder pregnancy tests, stashed them underneath the loaf of bread (which I was only using as a cover up), and bolted to the nearest self-check out lane.  After grabbing a bottle of water out of the cooler of drinks, I scanned my items and made a quick exit out of the door and into my car.  Whew!  I had gone unnoticed!

I rushed home and scurried to the bathroom.  My hands were shaking and I could barely open rip open the box.  I was nervous, yet excited because at that moment in time, I still had hope the sore breasts, constant peeing, sleepless nights, random moments of crying while folding socks, and crazy cravings meant I might be was pregnant.

I had a million dreams of what the next nine months would look like and in three short minutes, they could be a million losses.

I wanted to know, yet I didn’t want to know because in just three minutes, my excitement would either escalate with lots of squeals and jumping up and down or come crashing down with alligator tears and questions of “why!”. I loved the feeling of possibly being pregnant and I didn’t want it to end. I had a million dreams of what the next nine months would look like and in three short minutes, they could be a million losses. I was nervous. I was excited. I was hopeful. I was scared.

So as I stood there with the test in hand and imagining my whole world-changing in either direction, I made one last plea to God—“Please!  Please God!  Let this be the cycle I am pregnant!”  Feeling confident in my plea, I took one last deep breath and with hands still shaking, I took the test and I waited with both eyes sealed shut.  Sweating and not being able to take another minute of not knowing, I peaked open one eye and then slowly I opened the other eye and saw…

(drum roll please)

One line. That’s it.  I kept staring at it thinking, “This can’t be right! I cried while folding socks therefore I have to be pregnant! ”  Not willing to settle for my fate of another big fat negative, I frantically took it to every room in the house trying to see something–anything.  I didn’t care if it wasn’t pink, as long as I could see two.  Through my tears, I squinted, held it at every angle, took it to every light, and even shook it as if it were a thermometer just trying to see if the faintest line would magically appear.  However, no matter how many rooms I took it to or how many times I held it up to a different light, it had the same result–negative.  For over an hour (okay all day), I cried, pounded my fist on the carpet, and doubted God’s plans, His timing, and His love.  I.Was.A.Mess.

That was me ten months ago.

Today the scene in my bathroom looked much different.  As I stood with the unused pregnancy test in my right hand, I noticed it didn’t shake.  I wasn’t anxious, worried or fearful of the outcome, and I didn’t make any last-minute pleas or bargains with God. Instead, I calmly unwrapped the pink foiled wrapper and said, “I choose to trust you God no matter what this test says today.”

I choose to trust in your timing.

I choose to trust in your perfect plans.

I choose to trust in you, the One who has promised, “I am the Lord God who heals you.” ~Exodus 15:26

I choose to trust in you, the only One who “settles the barren woman in her home as a happy mother of children. Praise the Lord!” ~Psalm 113:9

I choose to trust in you, the One who defies all logic and says, “With men this is impossible, but with God all things are possible.” ~Matthew 19:26

While choosing to trust in the One who has plans to prosper me, not to harm me and give me a hope and a future (Jer. 29:11), I waited patiently with both eyes closed. Once I knew enough time had passed, I slowly peaked open one eye before opening the other, and as I glanced down at the pearly white stick resting on my bathroom counter, I saw it…

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One line. Negative. I looked at myself in the mirror, then back again at the “one liner” and I realized I had to make the choice again. Choose to worry or trust? Choose to be frustrated or trust? Choose to cry and have a melt down or rest in the arms of Jesus and trust? I wanted to choose the ‘easier’ route of burying my face in the pillow and crying for hours, all while thinking about why I won’t ever conceive, but what good could come of it?

So while tossing the ugly “one liner” in the trash, I said with a shaky voice, “I may not understand, but I continue to trust you God” before turning the light off and walking out of the door.  No tears.  No fist pounding.  No hiding under the covers.  Don’t get me wrong, my flesh wanted me to crawl in bed and pound the pillows, but what would it change?  What good would it do my spirit and soul?  How could hiding underneath the covers defeat the devil and the thoughts he was placing in my head?  How could moping around with a sour face magically make two lines appear or bring my baby bird into my arms any sooner?  It won’t.  I have chosen that route before and only ended up more miserable, so today I chose another path.

Through God’s strength, I choose to trust and have hope that at the right time, my season of barrenness will end just like it did for Sarah (Genesis 11-23), Elizabeth (Luke 1:6-7), Rachel (Genesis 29-31; 33; 35; 46; 48), Rebekah (Genesis 25), The Shunammite Woman (2 Kings 4:8-37; 8:1-6), Manoah’s wife–Samson’s mother (Judges 13), and Hannah (1 Samuel 1), because God does not show favoritism (Romans 2:11).

I also choose to believe that just like each of the children who were conceived from these barren women, my baby bird will hold a special place in history and do great and might works for the Lord.  I choose to believe that he will be the most intentional child placed on this earth…but that’s just proud Mama bird talkin.

So what happened in those ten months that brought me to this crazy place of taking a test, seeing a big fat negative and then simply walking to the kitchen to get my coffee?  I have no idea other than I studied.  No, I didn’t study for the pregnancy test (I had those instructions memorized).  I studied God.  I needed to know that He cared about barren women. I needed to know I wasn’t being punished.   I needed to know that He would be faithful to His promises and that He wasn’t sitting in heaven blessing others while forgetting about me.  I needed to know if I were to let go of my dream completely and give it to Him, He would protect it.  I needed to know I could trust Him.  So that’s what I’ve been doing for ten months…learning to trust.

I have looked forward to the day in which I could take a pregnancy test and no matter the outcome, still be joyful, confident and hopeful, as I continued to trust in God and His promises of healing and fruitfulness. I looked forward to finding myself in a place of freedom and peace, far away from worry and fear.  Today, because of God’s strength, I found myself in that place and I just hope to find myself in the same place next month too.

With Love


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My Study Guide: 

Testimonies from others

Scriptures on Fertility

Scriptures on Healing

Scriptures on being worried or fearful

The Pretty Little Gift Box (A devotional I love)

Testimonies to Encourage: 

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111 thoughts on “I Finally Made It

  1. I just started reading your blog and your faith in God is so inspiring. I wish I could say I had the same trust in God when my husband and I adopted our son, or when we did our IVF cycle and then a FET. But it wasn’t always that strong…I wanted to be in control. When we went through the adoption process, we had a little guy for 2 months before he went back to his birth family. I was heart broken, but God taught me so much through the process. Then, a few months later, He blessed us with our baby boy (who is now 20 months!!). We didn’t know we would be able to officially adopt him until he was 5 months old (we found out Christmas Eve 2012), but I put my trust in God. When he was just 2 weeks old, I felt God, and I felt Him saying this is it. And with the IVF process, our fresh transfer didn’t work, but we pushed forward and did an FET. And it just felt so much different. I felt God with me at the FET. My heart was more open. And during this pregnancy, God has completely taught me that I am not in control, the doctors are not in control, no one is in control but Him!! And keeping my trust 100% in God is something I continue to pray about every day. So I guess with all of this, I just wanted to say that your positive attitude and your love for God and sharing God with us is so inspiring. Thank you!!

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    • Thank you Kelsey so much for reading, commenting and being so encouraging and supportive. You are so right..it’s only when we fully trust In God and put our hope in Him and in nothing else do we see our miracles happen. I hope you continue to follow me on my journey. I can’t wait for my baby bird to be here soon 🙂

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  3. This post popped up on my Facebook at a good time for me , my husband and I have been trying to concieve for what feels like forever and the only time I saw the 2 little lines ended with a miscarriage. I’m coming up on what would have been my due date and all I’ve been able to think about is what almost was. I’ve been so hurt and angry I’ve been really struggling with my faith but this will help. I’m going to look into those readings and try harder to trust Gods plan and His love for me. Thank you!

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