The weekend before Mother's Day this year, I decided to start reaching out, opening up about something I never wanted to relate to.
I once thought I was too filled with rage and shame over this topic to ever be willing to talk about it. It's confounding...the complexity of a life surrendered to Jesus and trusting His unfailing goodness through pain. But that's what I want to start doing in this new series I'm calling Awaiting Arrows.
This title is based on the Scripture verse that makes my heart sing and ache at the same time: "Like arrows in the hand of a warrior are the children of one's youth; blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them" (Psalm 127:4).
I'm starting to open up to God about my struggle to have children. And as always, He has abundance waiting for me--abundance I can give away after drinking deep.
So, that's what I'll be doing in this indefinite season. So strange to ache so badly and yet also know I'm doing the absolute right thing with the pain. This isn't just something to do. It's somewhere to go.
Please join me if you want to share, connect, be encouraged. Here goes my desperate plunge into the future...
Linked below is a book I'm reading on the subject: