In October 2009, I married the most loving husband a girl could ask for. For those of you that don't know Jamie and I met on match.com and immediately fell in love. After being an on-line dater for over 7 years and kissing a lot of frogs, I finally found the man God had set aside for me. We were engaged within 3 months of our first date and married 5 months after that. All I can say is when you know...you know! One of the things that I immediately liked about Jamie was his love for children and our matched desired to start a family.
Jamie and I have been struggling with infertility for several years, but this past year and a half has really been the hardest for us. About this time last year, I was in church while my mind was wondering off from the sermon and onto our infertility struggles...opps. However, I distinctly felt like the Lord started speaking to me and telling me that we shouldn't keep our story a secret. He assured me that by being open with people about our journey, though hard, in the end would bring glory to him. Quickly after that Jamie and I opened up to members of our small group and went to the elders for prayer. Our pastor immediately put me in touch with women who had gone through the same struggles and I cannot put into words how blessed I have been by the relationships with these women.
By three separate women in the church I have been told that in this day and age there are so many options both medically and with regards to adoption, that "...you will be a mother. It is just a matter of when and how God wants to create your family." This has been the most comforting thing ever said to Jamie and I and the funny thing is I believe this is biblically based. This brings me to Psalm 113 verse 9
"He settles the childless woman in her home as a happy mother of children. Praise the Lord."
As an early 20-something right out of college, this verse really had an effect on me as I watched a good friend, Michelle, struggle with infertility. At the time I was stupid, naive, and said everything that you aren't suppose to say to a women struggling with infertility. I remember one time sending her an e-mail just apologizing for all of the stupid things that I said and just letting her know that even though everything that was coming out of my mouth was the wrong thing to say, I did have a heart for her. One day after I moved away from the Charlotte area, I got a phone call from a friend of hers that she was pregnant. I literally dropped the phone, wept on the floor, and praised God for his goodness. Michelle is now "a happy mother of children. Praise the Lord." Three children to be exact!
Hearing stories of infertility reminds me that it is important as believers to share our struggles so that the journey he leads us on can bring glory to Him.
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