Gratitude Friday…

One of the biggest blessings I have experienced through our journey of infertility is meeting the most amazing women in the blogosphere. These women pray for one another, answer questions, offer support and encouragement, celebrate with every success big or small and cry with every disappointment. Chris and I read their blogs, talk about them like they were coming over for dinner Friday night and pray for them each evening. We are all joined by this one experience but I feel like they could easily be my friends even without this path.

Several of these wonderful women have had serious disappointments recently. My heart breaks for them. I cry when I read their news. I continue to cry with them as their hearts heal. And still, Chris and I talk about their life and their struggle. We are in awe of their strength.

And completely humbled.

We look at each other and ask why us? We certainly do not deserve not one single miracle we’ve seen through our IVF 2.5 journey. We are very literally over-whelmed with gratitude for how the Lord has blessed this process. I can’t thank my Lord enough. I can’t pray for these amazing women enough.

So today, as I have been feeling since these two beautiful embryos were transferred, I am humbly grateful for :

1. The women who have loved, prayed and encouraged us through this journey. Ladies, You. Are. Loved.

2. Our two little miracles Hope and Glory (my dad named them). The top one, Glory, is a hatching blastocyst. She’s our rock star.

3. My husband who has taken on the housework and cooking duties while I put my feet up.

4. Our amazing friends and family who have called, texted and emailed to check on us and pass along their prayers.

5. Our gracious Lord who loves us and blesses us in spite of who we are and how often we fail Him.

We are still a while away from knowing if this will result in a pregnancy. We are doing our best to wait patiently. I love knowing our little miracles are safe with me and that’s enough for now. If you see me, you might notice I’m moving slowly and maybe, possibly doing a little waddling like I’m 25 months pregnant. It’s so pathetic, I realize. But I don’t care. I am praising Him for all the miracles He’s given us already.

And continuing to pray for miracles for my dear friends.