When you are infertile, and the one thing you want most in the world – but God isn’t giving to you – is a child, the holidays are incredibly difficult. No one seems to want to acknowledge it.
I can’t let my heart have free reign – I have to let Christ have reign of my life. And that is hard.
It’s 2016 National Infertility Awareness Week. I didn’t know that when I wrote this article to be published today over at Satisfaction Through Christ, but someone did. 😉
The internets tell me it is, once again, NIAW. I am not “over” my infertility. I have read post after post from adoptive mothers who claim victory over their infertility because they are busy parenting their children. I am not one of them. I am not victorious over my infertility. Because I am still barren.… Continue reading National Infertility Awareness Week
I am angry at God. Read my crisis in faith post from last month. I have been angry because Little Man is still having sleep issues. Sunday at church our worship pastor preached. I got more out of his sermon than any other sermon I’ve heard in the past six months. Here is what I… Continue reading Angry at God and Infertility
So I’m still new to this IF thing…well, I’m not new to it, but I’m new to blogging about it and being aware that there are such things as National Infertillity Awareness Week. So this is my post dedicated to IF Awareness Week. I find it ironic, and not a little disturbing, that National IF… Continue reading I Missed National Infertility Awareness Week
My hope must rest in Christ, and in understanding that praying does not equal receiving.
I’m exhausted because, while I didn’t vote for any of the three major candidates, I know it is now my Christian responsibility to pray for the ones who won.
Ladies, the consequences of mishandling the Word of God, especially in a casual medium such as a Facebook post, can be spiritually deadly for a fellow believer.
But my son can never remove his skin, and he never made the choice to be born Black. He didn’t choose to have people at our recent Freedom Festival parade skip over him for the second year in a row and not give him candy while the white kids on either side of him got handfuls handed to them.