No guarantees

I read an article yesterday about infertility at Christmas time.  And I remember.

Last year at this time I often sat, or danced to Mary's song, with tears running down my face.  The pain was indescribable.  It hurt so bad. 

It's extra hard this time of year because, at least for me, we are focused on the Christ Child coming, while crying out, why not us God?  I remember the pain.

The hardest part of infertility is there are no guarantees...

As we walked our journey...every day, every month, every year...there were no guarantees.

We had so many people in our lives who believed for us.  And so often their hope and belief carried us.  But the fear was still there...because there were no guarantees.

I write this because as I hold my precious miracle baby girls I remember.  My heart breaks for everyone who still wonders and waits...in the throes of no guarantee.

So many times during our infertility journey I cried out to God, I begged him for our miracle.  And with a joyful heart I can proclaim, He chose us!

I know we have hope in Jesus.  I know he can and will overcome the no guarantee.  And I know that His promises are true.  He is there.  He was there.  He never left us.  He carried us...

And my heart cries this Christmas season for everyone who finds themselves in the midst of the pain of infertility...my tears are for you...my prayers are for you. 

Harper is crying to be held as I write this, Hannah is starting to fuss...two miracles who represent hope and the guarantee that Jesus lives and His promised plan is alive!