Gratitude Friday…
I have reached that point. The point where you become grateful for the one thing you didn’t really want to begin with.
Monday night was my support group meeting. It’s never the same group twice but the leaders are always there. Such wonderful women. Every time we meet we share our journey and every time I am humbled by the stories of others. Our journey so far has been relatively short compared to most.
One of the women in the group shared how she dealt with losing her child. She said she never was angry with God or even questioned why. She was just simply sad. A sadness I can not for a single moment even claim to understand. She ended her story with this: when she finally counted it a privilege and a blessing to know that her child was with Jesus, she found joy.
We talked about the miracles we’ve all experienced through our journeys. A miscarriage brings a husband and wife together in new ways. It brought them to their knees together and allowed them to grieve in such a sweet way.
A why answered years later when a distant friend needs someone to walk with her and maybe lead her to a place where she’s ready to meet the Lord.
An opportunity to let go of our need to control and just let the Lord handle it for us. The worry, the stress, the unknown – He trustworthy and He is big enough to conquer.
On our journey, I see how He has changed me from the person always looking ahead, wanting life to fall perfectly into place and never being satisfied. I am humbled that He loves me enough to take the time to mold me. To show me where He wants me to be. To prove to me that life is more than a house or a job or even my family. Life is about serving Him. Knowing Him. Wanting Him.
In the deepest parts of my heart, I know I would never have learned to be grateful for all the blessings and miracles the Lord already has given me and continues to give me every single moment of every day. And for that reason alone, I am grateful for the gift of infertility.
I have reached that point. The point where you become grateful for the one thing you didn’t really want to begin with.
Monday night was my support group meeting. It’s never the same group twice but the leaders are always there. Such wonderful women. Every time we meet we share our journey and every time I am humbled by the stories of others. Our journey so far has been relatively short compared to most.
One of the women in the group shared how she dealt with losing her child. She said she never was angry with God or even questioned why. She was just simply sad. A sadness I can not for a single moment even claim to understand. She ended her story with this: when she finally counted it a privilege and a blessing to know that her child was with Jesus, she found joy.
We talked about the miracles we’ve all experienced through our journeys. A miscarriage brings a husband and wife together in new ways. It brought them to their knees together and allowed them to grieve in such a sweet way.
A why answered years later when a distant friend needs someone to walk with her and maybe lead her to a place where she’s ready to meet the Lord.
An opportunity to let go of our need to control and just let the Lord handle it for us. The worry, the stress, the unknown – He trustworthy and He is big enough to conquer.
On our journey, I see how He has changed me from the person always looking ahead, wanting life to fall perfectly into place and never being satisfied. I am humbled that He loves me enough to take the time to mold me. To show me where He wants me to be. To prove to me that life is more than a house or a job or even my family. Life is about serving Him. Knowing Him. Wanting Him.
In the deepest parts of my heart, I know I would never have learned to be grateful for all the blessings and miracles the Lord already has given me and continues to give me every single moment of every day. And for that reason alone, I am grateful for the gift of infertility.
Oh, I LOVE this one. So true. God will bless you greatly for your testimony of true faitfullness to HIM! I have also found myself gratefull for the burden of infertility, because it has brought me closer to HIM, and caused me to appreicate so much more than I ever had before.
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