These words are part of a collection of writings from the final months of our ten-year-long journey of delayed fertility. In them, I’m pulling back the privacy-curtain and taking you inside the pages of my prayer journals to give insight to those who have not experienced infertility, and hope to those neck-deep in the lonely-midst of it....
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These words are part of a collection of writings from the final months of our ten-year-long journey of delayed fertility. In them, I’m pulling back the privacy-curtain and taking you inside the pages of my prayer journals to give insight to those who have not experienced infertility, and hope to those neck-deep in the lonely-midst of it....
These words are part of a collection of writings from the final months of our ten-year-long journey of delayed fertility. In them, I’m pulling back the privacy-curtain and taking you inside the pages of my prayer journals to give insight to those who have not experienced infertility, and hope to those neck-deep in the lonely-midst of it....
My eyes blinked open defiantly in the dark two days after returning home from a dream trip to Paris. It was 3:45 am. With the 12-hour time difference between where I just was and where I woke up, the jet lag was winning.
I had been circling Psalm 130’s waiting words for three days. Returning to them. Re-reading them. Digging into them. Unable to shake them. And the next morning, I revisited them once again, this time turning to Charles Spurgeon’s collection of explanatory notes from various pastors, teachers, scholars, and theologians on the chapter. And once again, I found solace in the words.