As It Turns Out, I Don’t Trust God.

My phone dinged late one evening and I looked down to see a text from a friend. “So how are you doing?” she asked. I wanted to put on a smile and type back that I was fine, but in that exact moment, I was anything but fine. It had only been a couple of…

What Do You Do When All Looks Hopeless?

Recently one early morning I was flipping through my bible and I stumbled upon one of my favorite stories. It’s the one where a rulers daughter is raised from the dead. You might have heard of it…or perhaps not. But it goes like this… While He was saying this, a ruler came and knelt before…

Infertility: It Is What It Is

“It is what it is.”  That is all I could say as a lump formed in my throat and the tears filled up my eyes. It was in response to her, “I’m sorry” after telling my story and sharing with her my struggle to conceive. She was so compassionate to my losses. So sympathetic to…

Where Did All the Dreams Go?

This is a beautiful poem sent to me by a woman who has suffered a miscarriage. I pray that if you have suffered the loss of a child or the loss of a dream, this will help heal your heart and bring comfort to your soul. Where Do All the Dreams Go? Where do all…

Am I Not Good Enough for a Baby, God?

Yesterday I saw her. She was standing to my left, two rows up with her hands raised in worship; her beautiful pregnant belly slightly peeking out. I couldn’t concentrate on anything else in that moment because once I noticed her silhouette in the darkness among the stage lights, questions swirled around in my head like…

The Benefits in Sharing Your Infertility Struggle

  Speechless.  Overwhelmed.  Blessed.  Inspired.  Encouraged.  These are the words that come to my mind when I think of the kindness and love shown by a woman who I have only “met” online.  I can’t tell you her name because she wishes to remain anonymous, but what I can tell you is that she looks…

What a Beautiful Mess

Ugh! No matter how much I wish it would, or try to stop it, or attempt to keep it neat and tidy, the Play-Doh always gets mixed together into a giant ball of…well, whatever it is…and it causes this type A, everything has its place kinda gal, frustrated. So today as I sat across from…