I struggle to find words here.
And quite honestly, I want to avoid them.
But doing so would rob God of glory.
And I'd rather not do that.
So I share my little story.
And I will be honest.
I'm very nervous.
I feel unqualified.
Many women have struggled far longer, some forever.
I don't feel fit to share.
I'm not trying to make this my platform.
I'm not claiming to be an expert.
But I keep being brought back to God's glory.
And my thankfulness.
In answered prayers.
In lessons learned.
Rewind to November of 2010.
We learned we'd be adding a third little one to this house of crazy.
Shortly thereafter, we lost that baby.
I was surprised and sad.
But convinced God would give us another baby.
Because all our other pregnancies had happened that way.
But that wasn't the case.
Months of waiting became years of waiting.
And this past fall, I had given up hope.
Convinced that God's plan for us was to be a family of four.
And I was learning to be content in that.
But, really I wasn't.
I wasn't waiting well.
I was impatient.
Jealous of pregnant friends.
But even though I wasn't reflecting Jesus well,
I have never been closer to Him.
I've never prayed more.
We had lots of chats, Jesus and I.
And this past Christmas, we learned of a great blessing.
In early September of this year, Lord-willing, we'll welcome a new little baby into our home.
I am thrilled.
So very thankful.
For this precious new life.
But also for what I have learned while waiting.
Lean on Him always.
Not just in the valleys.
Don't be a brat.
Rejoice with your friends.
Even when it's hard.
And you'd rather poke their pregnant eyes out.
Be gracious to other women around you.
Not many knew of my struggle because I felt weak sharing.
And so many have more painful stories.
Be careful with your words, pregnant ladies.
Be careful with your complaints.
Many women would give anything to feel morning sickness.
Women that have struggled with miscarriage and infertility,
SHARE YOUR STORIES.
They are so powerful and give such hope.
See them as a gift.
This new little baby is a HUGE gift.
But the waiting was more of one.
I pray Jesus never lets me forget that.