Today, on Josiah Day, I sat outside his room. Am I pregnant? No. Am I pregnant with hope? Some days I am. Some days it’s a struggle. Today, it's a struggle. (Whew. Deep breath.) It’s been over 8 years since I heard in my spirit that I would have a son and to name him… Continue reading God Made Me a Promise. But Perhaps I Got It Wrong.
You would think after five years of nightly dinner time prayers and bedtime pleadings for a sibling that she would stop making her requests. I know there are days I can’t even mutter the words—at least not with the same fiery faith that her prayers contain. However, despite the years that have gone by with… Continue reading She Wants to Be a Big Sister–So She Prays
Vulnerable Post Alert: Grief hits you at weird moments, doesn't it? For me, it happened this morning as I stood facing my bathroom mirror. I was mindlessly putting on my makeup and getting ready for the day when the thoughts of what I imagined my life would look like recklessly hit me like a Mack… Continue reading Grieving the Life You Planned
May 17th, 2012. That was the day a nurse confirmed I was pregnant. And it was also the day I announced to my husband that he was going to be a daddy. I remember giggling over dinner as we discussed due dates, names, and nursery ideas… It seems like it's been forever since that day… Continue reading When You Are Still Pregnant Eight Years Later
Sometimes it feels like you are the only one. The only one with this longing. This heartache. This inability and void. In fact, all it takes is walking down the aisles of the grocery store, looking around in your church congregation, or simply sitting down in a restaurant for dinner in order for it to… Continue reading When It Seems Like You Are the Only One With Infertility