Intricate pieces

I am notorious for writing blog posts first in my head, when they come to me, usually in the middle of the night when I don't want to get up to write it down, or sometimes when I am not near a computer! I wrote one last night and then this morning, after much hard thinking (and black friday shopping), I remembered the gist of it...so this space will be used to try and re-create what has once been written. Here goes...

Intricate pieces
Our infertility journey is made up of so many intricate pieces. There are tears, hopes, pains, sorrows, sobs, hugs, holds, blogs, dreams, dreads, doctors, and so much more. God has so delicately written this part of our journey...and in September when I started work at LSS He began a chapter that has a little touch of blessing. Through our Mayo clinic appointment scheduling and record gathering for that appointment and scheduling time off work, I have had the opportunity to tell my boss why I need to take the day off December 7. With one word, infertility, we found a connection. She doesn't have children either. And though she suffered the long painful battle of infertility almost 10 years ago and has come to terms with being the best aunt on the planet, but not a mom, she knows what I am going through. She knows Joel and I's pain. She has a hope that our journey will turn out differently than her and her husbands did. She has a strength like I never imagined possible. She has over 30 nieces and nephews and she is the best aunt they could ever ask for. I admire her for that. I feel like God ordained this from the very first page of this journey. He knew that as we walked this part of the road we would need another person who understands, one who will openly talk about it, and one who knows. He is indeed faithful.

Hymn #763

My Life Flows On in Endless Song

We've been singing this hymn a lot lately between daily seminary chapel and church...it speaks to our hearts each time we sing it so we wanted to post it here:

My life flows on in endless song; above earth’s lamentation
I catch the sweet though far off hymn that hails a new creation.

Through all the tumult and the strife I hear the music ringing.
It finds an echo in my soul. How can I keep from singing?

What though my joys and comforts die? The Lord my Savior liveth.
What though the darkness gather round? Songs in the night He giveth.

The peace of Christ makes fresh my heart, a fountain ever springing!
All things are mine since I am His! How can I keep from singing?

Refrain: No storm can shake my inmost calm while to that Rock I'm clinging.
Since Christ is Lord of Heaven and earth, how can I keep from singing?